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, 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, 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 than a
You're just a pigeon, BSn 'bout religion
I don't give a if you don't eat ham
You grab the microphone and to slam

I a nigga 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 ain't with, no way out
I'm tired of this one-hittin' out shit

niggaz rock like 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 it, we kickin' it
(Hold up)
We it

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

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

When I met you I sure wishin' aye
You hopped on my 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, be right back, I'm goin' to get a spliff
You know I'm goin' through your ass like 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 around the creeps

Ain't no tellin', told Helen
About a lot of people so I'm for the border
And get me a Taco, Gin and
Mom and pop yo, I'm rockin' this

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

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

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

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

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

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