Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

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

Let me you
And you, with the new sound
The sound is the "Cyde" And the is the "Cyde"
And no matter who you are, you know you hyde

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

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

to go all the way with it
Don't just sit there and or play with it
'Cause were committed to the seeds of the new
The Motha of dreams where fiendz breast feeds

Step thru reality reality so surreal you feel you never knew reality
Until it stood still now your far a lie
When the truth tantalizes ya eyes see
Already in the skies or outer

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

They did a examination of it
But you duplicate the state of our relations thru translations
That's not the ticket breaking in Heiroglyphics
to get down to the specifics

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

Yo, money talks fools are always checkin'
Depositing their two
Foolishly convinced by their ignorance
That a hinderance for them to rise

you going to recognize
Time for no man
you going to stand and
Get up offa that Bullshit, stop that feeling

Yo, yo, now let me change the just a bit
about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits
Comin' to the club looking for a
got ten dollars for a drink at the bar

Scoping around looking for the dressed
Smelling for the indo passing up the
Sniff sniff yo what does the iahp
A brotha like with pockets that swell

was thrown the iahp was blown
Next you know I had her at my home
All alone to get paid
The only thing happened was her ass got laid

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

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