Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

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

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

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

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

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

I probably be doper if I smoked like you
But Swift and beat my ass until I'm black and blue
'Cause I ain't with, no way out
I'm tired of this one-hittin' played out

Some niggaz like the Liks bullshit
Uhh, I big tits, bullshit
We'll never another hit, bullshit
I don't drink, I quit, bullshit

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

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

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

When I met you I sure wishin' aye
You on my dank like there was no tomorrow
All I wanted was some sexin', now you want
Damn I hate to see your ass comin' in my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This one goes out to the
And all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, Compton
Everybody in the
And we out