Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

(Whoo, hah, hah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we kickin' it
Uhh, uhh, uhh, we it
Yeah, yeah, we it

(Whoo)
Yeah, yeah, we it
Yeah, Cali in the
Huh, uhh, in the house
Check it out,

I'm J-Ro the man, I'm down
I gets mo daps than H. Rap
I drive the wild, 'cause they love the way I talk
You can't me crazy, 'cause I'm close enough to walk

I threes like Terry Tegall, get higher than a eagle
just a dirty pigeon, BSn 'bout religion
I don't give a damn if you eat ham
You grab the microphone and to slam

I make a nigga scared to grab the mic me
I kick shit so King Neptune couldn't fine me
Yo, can I get a go
(Go J-Ro)
To let me know if I can

I probably be if I smoked crack like you
But Swift and Tash'll my ass until I'm black and blue
I ain't with, no way out shit
I'm tired of this played out shit

niggaz rock like the Liks bullshit
Uhh, I big tits, bullshit
never make another hit, bullshit
I don't drink, I quit, bullshit

Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah,
(Whoo)
We kickin' it, we it
(Hold up)
We it

Baby, you're my one and bullshit
Baby, that's a true fact
Uhh, I never ya lonely bullshit
Yo, I'll call you back, bullshit

Baby, don't the blame you're a real cool dame
But now that I you call my name you just don't look the same
the middle of the bed I bang your head like a Rock n' Roller
On the way out, I smacked a nigga with my

I met you I sure wishin' aye tower
You hopped on my like there was no tomorrow
All I wanted was sexin', now you want affection
Damn I hate to see ass comin' in my direction

Wait here, I'll be right back, I'm goin' to get a
You know I'm goin' through your ass like Smith

Well, oh snap, here a fashion
That's incredible, with the
I learned back as a younglin', where's the beef
Don't sleep, I used to run around with the

Ain't no tellin', Jack told
About a lot of so I'm runnin' for the border
And get me a Taco, Gin and
Mom and pop yo, I'm rockin' shit

It's not a plan I the book called Style
Taught the child how to stand he piss
Be a man, go Jan
The man's tan, bring back MC Shan

And I every word, bullshit
Wackest style you ever heard,
For the beats sake, on, rock on
For the beats sake, on, rock on

And you go whoo, groove, grand groove
(Alkaholiks y'all, y'all)
Uhh, take it now
'Cause it's fat now, that's how I bring it now

Whoo, grand groove, grand
This one dedicated to all the out there bullshittin'
This wonderful bullshit how would you make a record

I smoke, no bullshit
I drink, no bullshit
I don't fuck, no

This one out to the P-Town
And all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, Compton
Everybody in the
And we out