Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

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

Let me you
And Interphaze you, 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 the eyes of the sun
Nor the moon nor the
No who you are
So come in and commence to the of my drummin'

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

Time to go all the way it
just sit there and stare or play with it
'Cause committed to the seeds of the new breeds
The Motha Ship of dreams where fiendz breast

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

Standing here on the face of earth
To the state to the of my turf where my mom gave birth
To all she loves be it small to others but
Yo, it's than love

did a cross examination of it
But you can't duplicate the state of our thru translations
not the ticket breaking code in Heiroglyphics
Trying to get to the specifics

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

When you going to
waits for no man
When you to stand and
Get up offa that Bullshit, fighting that feeling

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

Scoping looking for the best dressed
for the indo passing up the stress
Sniff sniff yo what the iahp smell
A brotha like with pockets that swell

Action was the iahp was blown
Next thing you know I had her at my
All object 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 learned for all you club hopping ho's
It ain't about the and it ain't about the dough so

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