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 plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cuz, it's a bad
mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it

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

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

Rappers, 'bout, back to the old school
You never shoulda left in the first place
Now everybody wants to be a
But I quit rhymin' 'bout my dick so get off it

You put a rhyme but I only dismantle it
So a high-five '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 watch the flop

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

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

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

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

I got more than a canyon got echoes
I'm than Bluto, tougher than a callous
My one football team is Dallas
Cowboys, now boys, you see I'm greater than?

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

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

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

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

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

They the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit
That's why to me, R&B, really ain't
So peace to all the real niggy roles
The ones who knows 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 gosh call me 'cause I'm bringin' down the walls
MC extraordinary, came to set it straight
I never hesitate to grab the mic and

In LA, most niggaz the same
Act the same, talk the same, the same
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 kind of
Chumps be hittin' ejects 'cause I break when I flex
I be housin' mo niggaz the projects

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

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