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
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 drive me crazy, 'cause I'm close to walk

I bust threes like Terry Tegall, get than a eagle
You're just a 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 scared 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 know if I can

I probably be if I smoked crack like you
But Swift and Tash'll beat my ass until I'm black and
'Cause I ain't with, no way out
I'm of this one-hittin' played out shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, oh snap, here a fashion
That's incredible, with the
I learned back as a younglin', where's the beef
Don't sleep, I to run around 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 this shit

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

And I rhymed every word,
Wackest you ever 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, it back now
it's fat now, that's how I bring it back now

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

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

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