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

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

Not the eyes of the sun
Nor the moon nor the
No who you are
So come in and to the sound of my drummin'

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

Time to go all the way it
Don't just sit there and stare or with it
'Cause were to the seeds of the new breeds
The Ship 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 ya eyes see we'z
Already in the skies or space

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, now let me the topic just a bit
about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits
Comin' to the looking for a star
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 the iahp smell
A brotha like Suave with pockets swell

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

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

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 feeling
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