Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Tell Me Shit

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

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

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

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

You put a rhyme together but I dismantle it
So gimme a high-five you juts can't handle it
If rap was a swimming I'd climb to the top
Plus a triple-back, 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 tell me

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

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

I rock you Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana
I'm puttin' suckers on like a comma
I ape crazy act but I got the apes a superhero
From the ghetto puttin' creases in my
(Up up up and away, J-Ro)

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

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

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

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

You can't me shit
You can't me a hot damn thing
You can't 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 bumpin' harder, save it
Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the
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 ain't
So to all the real hip-hop niggy roles
The ones who about flows and rockin' shows

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

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

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

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

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

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