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 daps H. Rap Brown
I drive the hoes wild, 'cause they love the way I
You can't drive me crazy, I'm close enough to walk

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

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

I probably be doper if I smoked like you
But Swift and beat my ass until I'm black and blue
'Cause I with, no way out shit
I'm of this one-hittin' played out shit

Some niggaz rock like the bullshit
Uhh, I hate big tits,
never make another hit, bullshit
I drink, 'cause I quit, bullshit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smoke, no bullshit
I drink, no bullshit
I fuck, no bullshit

one goes out to the P-Town
And all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, baby
in the house
And we out