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
it out, bullshit

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

I bust threes like Tegall, get higher than a eagle
You're just a dirty pigeon, BSn 'bout
I don't a damn if you don't eat ham
You the microphone 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 if I smoked crack like you
But Swift and Tash'll beat my ass 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 kickin' it, we it
(Hold up)
We it

Baby, you're my one and only
Baby, that's a fact bullshit
Uhh, I leave ya lonely bullshit
Yo, I'll call you right back,

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

When I met you I sure wishin' aye
You hopped on my dank there was no tomorrow
All I wanted was some sexin', now you 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 I'm goin' through your ass like Emmitt Smith

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 used to run around the creeps

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

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

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

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

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

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

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