Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

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

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

Not from the of the sun
Nor the moon nor the
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 shit and stop that feeling
You to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling
You to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling

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

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

here on the face of this earth
To the state to the grid of my turf where my mom birth
To all that she loves be it to others but
Yo, it's bigger love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now no end and her ass was
a little tongue but believe I'm well hung
So listen, a lesson learned 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, fighting that feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop that feeling
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