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, in the house
Huh, uhh, Fred in the
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 bust threes 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 the microphone and refuse to slam

I make a nigga scared to grab the mic me
I kick shit so deep King Neptune fine me
Yo, can I get a go
(Go J-Ro)
To let me if I can flow

I probably be doper if I crack like you
But and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and blue
'Cause I with, no way out shit
I'm tired of this played out shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, oh snap, here a fashion
incredible, with the style
That I back as a younglin', where's the beef
Don't sleep, I used to run 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 the book called Style
the child how to stand when he piss
Be a man, go Jan
The white man's tan, back MC Shan

And I every word, bullshit
Wackest style you 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 it's fat now, that's how I it back now

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

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

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