Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Tell Me Shit

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

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

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

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

You put a rhyme but I only dismantle it
So gimme a high-five 'cause you can't handle it
If rap was a swimming I'd climb to the top
Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly

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

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

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

I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or
I'm suckers on pause like a comma
I ape crazy 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 than a got echoes
I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher a callous
My number one football team is
Cowboys, now boys, you see I'm greater than?

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

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

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

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

You hittin' corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out you great
The crew who got another tape that's bumpin' harder, it
Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it the same
They put a lot of Drummers out the game

They samplin' the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to a hit
That's why to me, R&B, really shit
So peace to all the real hip-hop niggy
The ones who knows about flows and rockin'

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

I'm pushin' up to the bars, got 'em screamin'
Oh gosh call me Josh 'cause I'm bringin' the walls
MC extraordinary, J-Ro came to set it
I never to grab the mic and meditate

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

I drive through like I'm riding on the freeway
And I give rappers, no kind of leeway
Chumps be hittin' ejects 'cause I necks when I flex
I be mo niggaz than the projects

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

Yeah, goes out to King Tee, DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew
Yo for makin' the track, that nigga Tash
Deadly Threat, this is and E-Swift
Tha Alkaholiks, and like that