Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting feeling
You get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop that feeling
You get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling

Let me you
And you, with the new sound
The is the "Cyde" And the Phar is the "Cyde"
And no matter who you are, you you can't hyde

Not from the of the sun
Nor the nor the stars
No who you are
So come in and to the sound of my drummin'

You need to get up off of that shit and stop that feeling
You to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and fighting that feeling
You need to get up off of shit and stop fighting that feeling

Time to go all the way it
Don't just sit and stare or play with it
'Cause committed to the seeds of the new breeds
The Motha Ship of dreams fiendz breast feeds

thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew reality
Until it still now your far from a lie
When the truth ya eyes see we'z
Already in the skies or outer

Standing here on the face of earth
To the state to the grid of my turf where my mom birth
To all that she loves be it small to but
Yo, bigger than love

They did a cross of it
But you can't duplicate the state of our relations thru
That's not the ticket breaking code in
to get down to the specifics

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
You to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and fighting that feeling
You need to get up off of that and stop fighting that feeling

Yo, when talks fools are always checkin'
Depositing two cents
convinced blinded by their ignorance
That becomes a for them to rise

When you going to
Time for no man
When you going to and
Get up that Bullshit, stop fighting that feeling

Yo, yo, now let me the topic just a bit
Talk about the iahp's the fat ass and tits
Comin' to the club for a star
Ain't got ten dollars for a at the bar

Scoping around looking for the dressed
for the indo passing up the stress
Sniff yo what does the iahp smell
A brotha like Suave with that swell

Action was thrown the iahp was
thing you know I had her at my home
All alone object to get
The only thing that was her ass got laid

Now no end and her ass was
Used a little but believe I'm well hung
So listen, a lesson well for all you club hopping ho's
It ain't about the stardom and it about the dough so

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop that feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
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