Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

around looking for the best dressed
Smelling for the passing up the stress
Sniff sniff yo what does the smell
A brotha like Suave with pockets that

Action was the iahp was blown
Next you know I had her at my home
All alone object to get
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 well learned for all you hopping ho's
It ain't 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 that
You get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
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