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 list, it's E-Swift 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 the motherfucker all night yo
The niggaz went wild, the went crazy
We the microphone than we Swayze

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

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

You put a rhyme together but I only 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, hand me the mic and watch the belly

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

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

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

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

I got hoes than a canyon got echoes
I'm than Bluto, tougher than a callous
My one football team is Dallas
Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm than?

Your grand pops is my one fan
You get ran on the you dribble like Manute Bol
You try to take it to the get that shit 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 goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want

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

You can't tell me
You can't 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
and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same
They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the

They samplin' the fresh breaks, just to make a hit
why to me, R&B, really 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?
the Atlantic, to the Pacific
I gotsta be specific, they know I'm

I'm pushin' up to the bars, got 'em 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, drive the
Dress the same, shoot the same, the same
But this is Ro and I got my own

I drive through lyrics like I'm on the freeway
And I give rappers, no kind of leeway
Chumps be hittin' ejects I break necks when I flex
I be housin' mo niggaz than the

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

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