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, it's E-Swift two
to the bar, 'cuz, it's a bad habit
Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to it

Check the mic, it tight so
I we might rock the motherfucker all night yo
The niggaz wild, the hoes went crazy
We dropped the microphone 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 girls call me God I'm humpin'
I should get a medal for broad jumpin'

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

You put a rhyme together but I dismantle it
So gimme a high-five 'cause you 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 matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it
So niggaz step before you get lit
I'm a grown man and you can't tell me shit

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

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

I rock you like Kravitz, or Nirvana
I'm puttin' on pause like a comma
I never ape crazy act but I got the apes a
From the ghetto creases in my capes
(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 is Dallas
Cowboys, now boys, you see I'm greater than?

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

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

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

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

You hittin' corners with the seen you pull-out 'cuz you great
The who got another tape that's bumpin' harder, save 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, ain't shit
So peace to all the real hip-hop niggy
The ones who knows about flows and rockin'

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

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

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

I drive through like I'm riding on the freeway
And I don't give rappers, no kind of
Chumps be hittin' ejects 'cause I necks when I flex
I be housin' mo niggaz the projects

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

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