Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Tell Me Shit

I by the club, 'cuz it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift two
Stepped to the bar, 'cuz, a bad habit
Open mic night, so, the Liks to grab it

Check the mic, it sounds so
I guess we might rock the motherfucker all yo
The niggaz went wild, the hoes went
We dropped the microphone than we

Ooh don't I sound when I down a black eighth
My style is much hotter than the plate
My name is James but the girls me God when I'm humpin'
I should get a medal for broad jumpin'

Rappers, 'bout, back to the old school
You never shoulda in the first place fool
Now everybody wants to be a
But I won't quit rhymin' my dick so get off it

You put a rhyme together but I dismantle it
So gimme a 'cause you juts can't handle it
If rap was a swimming pool I'd to the top
a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop

Dagnabit, I got a bad
It don't matter where I'm at I a booty and I grab it
So niggaz step back you get lit
I'm a grown motherfuckin' man and you can't me shit

You can't me shit
You can't tell me a hot damn
You can't me shit
You can't me shit

You can't me shit
You can't me a hot damn thing
You can't me shit
You tell me shit

I rock you like Kravitz, or Nirvana
I'm puttin' suckers on like a comma
I never ape act but I got the apes a superhero
the ghetto puttin' creases in my capes
(Up up up and away, J-Ro)

I got more hoes a canyon got echoes
I'm rougher Bluto, tougher than a callous
My number one football team is
Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater

grand pops is my number one fan
You get ran on the court you like Manute Bol
You try to take it to the hole get that shit outta
I'm more gifted Christmas morning

I pull out a pen and write a when I'm boning
Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie
Oh goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want

(Yo J?)
Man I quit weed
(No I a funky break)
Well I got what you

You can't tell me
You can't me a hot damn thing
You tell me shit
You can't tell me

You hittin' corners with the seen you pull-out 'cuz you great
The crew who got another tape that's bumpin' harder, it
Rhythm and blues a fuse, and now it ain't the same
They put a lot of Drummers out the game

samplin' the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit
That's why to me, R&B, ain't shit
So peace to all the hip-hop niggy roles
The ones who knows about and rockin' shows

I wanna say, to the ladies?
I gotsta say whassup to the
From the Atlantic, to the
I gotsta be specific, they know I'm

I'm up to the bars, got 'em screamin' Alkahols
Oh gosh call me Josh 'cause I'm down the walls
MC extraordinary, came to set it straight
I never hesitate to the mic and meditate

In LA, most walk the same
Act the same, talk the same, drive the
Dress the same, shoot the same, the same
But this is Ro and I got my own

I drive through lyrics like I'm on the freeway
And I don't rappers, no kind of leeway
Chumps be hittin' ejects 'cause I break necks when I
I be housin' mo niggaz than the

You tell me shit
You can't me a hot damn thing
You can't me shit
You can't me shit

Yeah, this out to King Tee, DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew
Yo D-Pimp for the track, that nigga Tash
Threat, this is J-Ro and E-Swift
Tha Alkaholiks, and like that