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, Fred in the
Check it out,

I'm the man, I'm gettin' down
I mo daps 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 to walk

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

I make a nigga 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 know if I can

I be doper 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 one-hittin' played out

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

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 true bullshit
Uhh, I leave ya lonely bullshit
Yo, call you right back, bullshit

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

When I met you I sure aye tower
You hopped on my like there was no tomorrow
All I was some 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 goes a
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', Jack Helen
About a lot of people so I'm runnin' for the
And get me a Taco, Gin and
Mom and pop yo, I'm rockin' this

It's not a I wrote the book called 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 every word,
style you ever heard, bullshit
For the sake, rock on, rock on
For the beats sake, rock on, on

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

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

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

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