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
it out, bullshit

I'm J-Ro the man, I'm gettin'
I mo daps than H. Rap Brown
I drive the hoes wild, they love the way I talk
You can't drive me crazy, I'm close enough to walk

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

I make a nigga to grab the mic behind me
I shit so deep King Neptune couldn't 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 Swift and beat my ass until I'm black and blue
'Cause I with, no way out shit
I'm tired of this one-hittin' out shit

Some niggaz rock like the Liks
Uhh, I hate big tits,
never make 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 bullshit
Baby, that's a fact bullshit
Uhh, I never leave ya lonely
Yo, I'll call you right back,

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

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

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

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

Ain't no tellin', told Helen
a lot of people 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 the book called Style
Taught the child how to stand when he
Be a man, go Jan
The white man's tan, bring MC Shan

And I rhymed word, bullshit
Wackest you ever heard, bullshit
For the beats sake, rock on, on
For the sake, rock 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, grand groove, grand
This one dedicated to all the motherfuckers out there
wonderful bullshit how would you make a record bullshit

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

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