Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

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

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

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

Time to go all the way it
just 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

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

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

They did a cross 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 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 stop that feeling
You need to get up off of shit and stop fighting that feeling

Yo, when money fools are always checkin'
their two cents
Foolishly convinced blinded by ignorance
That becomes a hinderance for them to

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

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

Scoping around looking for the best
Smelling for the indo passing up the
Sniff yo what does the iahp smell
A brotha like Suave with pockets swell

Action was thrown the was blown
Next you know I had her at my home
All alone to get paid
The only thing that 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 the stardom and it ain't 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 that
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
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