Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Tell Me Shit

I stop by the club, 'cuz it ain't shit to do it
I'm on the guest list, it's plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cuz, it's a bad
Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to it

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

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

Rappers, talkin' 'bout, to the old school
You never left in the first 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 only it
So gimme a 'cause you juts can't handle it
If rap was a swimming I'd climb to the top
Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and the belly flop

Dagnabit, I got a bad
It don't where I'm at I seen 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 tell me
You can't tell me a hot thing
You can't me shit
You tell me shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit
why to me, R&B, really 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 to the ladies?
From the Atlantic, to the
I gotsta be specific, know I'm terrific

I'm pushin' up to the bars, got 'em Alkahols
Oh gosh me Josh 'cause I'm bringin' down the walls
MC extraordinary, J-Ro to set it straight
I hesitate to grab the mic and meditate

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

I drive through lyrics like I'm on the freeway
And I don't give rappers, no of leeway
Chumps be ejects '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 can't me shit
You can't tell me

Yeah, goes out to King Tee, DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew
Yo D-Pimp for makin' the track, nigga Tash
Deadly Threat, this is J-Ro and
Tha Alkaholiks, and it's that