Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

You get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that 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 that bullshit, fighting 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 hyde

Not the eyes 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 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 shit and stop fighting that

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

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

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

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

Yo, when money talks fools are always
their two cents
Foolishly convinced by their ignorance
becomes a hinderance for them to rise

When you to recognize
waits 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
about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits
Comin' to the club for a star
Ain't got ten for a drink at the bar

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

was thrown the iahp was blown
Next 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
a little tongue but believe I'm well hung
So listen, a well learned for all you club hopping ho's
It about the stardom 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 that bullshit, stop fighting feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
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