Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

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

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

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

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 Motha of dreams where fiendz breast feeds

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

Standing here on the face of this
To the state to the grid of my where 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 translations
That's not the ticket code in Heiroglyphics
Trying to get down to the

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
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

Yo, when money talks are always checkin'
Depositing their two
convinced blinded by their ignorance
That a hinderance 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 just 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

Scoping around looking for the dressed
Smelling for the indo passing up the
Sniff yo what does 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 that happened was her ass got laid

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