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, in the house
Check it out,

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

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

I make a nigga scared to grab the mic me
I kick shit so deep King Neptune couldn't me
Yo, can I get a go
(Go J-Ro)
To let me if I can flow

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

niggaz rock like the Liks bullshit
Uhh, I big tits, bullshit
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, that's a true fact
Uhh, I never leave ya bullshit
Yo, I'll call you back, bullshit

Baby, don't take the blame you're a real 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 a nigga with my pistol-a

I met you I sure wishin' aye tower
You hopped on my dank there was no tomorrow
All I wanted was some sexin', now you affection
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 Emmitt

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

Ain't no tellin', Jack 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 wrote the book called
Taught the child how to 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 sake, rock on, rock on
For the sake, rock on, rock on

And you go whoo, grand groove, groove
(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 drink, no bullshit
I fuck, no bullshit

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