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

Check the mic, it sounds so
I guess we 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 much hotter the enchilada plate
My name is James but the girls call me God when I'm
I get a gold medal for broad jumpin'

Rappers, talkin' 'bout, back to the old
You shoulda left in the first place fool
Now everybody wants to be a
But I won't quit 'bout my dick so get off it

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

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

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

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

I rock you like Kravitz, or Nirvana
I'm puttin' suckers on like a comma
I never ape act but I got the apes a superhero
From the ghetto puttin' in my capes
(Up up up and away, J-Ro)

I got more hoes than a got echoes
I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a
My number one football team is
Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm 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 that outta here
I'm more gifted than Christmas

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, the hell do Billy want

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

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

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

They samplin' the fresh hip-hop breaks, to make a hit
That's why to me, R&B, really ain't
So peace to all the real hip-hop niggy
The ones who knows flows and rockin' shows

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

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

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

I through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway
And I don't rappers, no kind of leeway
Chumps be hittin' ejects I break necks 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 tell me

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