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, in the house
Huh, uhh, in the house
it out, bullshit

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

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

I make a 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 if I can flow

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

Some niggaz rock the Liks bullshit
Uhh, I hate big tits,
We'll never make 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, my one and only bullshit
Baby, a true fact bullshit
Uhh, I never leave ya bullshit
Yo, I'll you right back, bullshit

Baby, don't take the blame you're a real 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 like a Rock n' Roller
On the way out, I smacked a nigga with my

When I met you I wishin' aye tower
You on my dank like there was no tomorrow
All I wanted was some sexin', now you want
Damn I hate to see 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 Smith

Well, oh snap, goes a fashion
incredible, with the style
That I learned back as a younglin', the beef
sleep, I used to run around with 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 rockin' shit

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

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

And you go whoo, grand groove, grand
(Alkaholiks y'all, y'all)
Uhh, it back 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 there
This wonderful bullshit how would you make a bullshit

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

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