Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Tell Me Shit

I by the club, 'cuz it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the list, it's E-Swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cuz, a bad habit
Open mic night, so, the gots to grab it

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

Ooh I sound 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 when I'm
I should get a gold medal for jumpin'

Rappers, talkin' 'bout, back to the old
You never shoulda left in the place fool
Now everybody to be a prophet
But I won't quit rhymin' 'bout my so get off it

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

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

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

You tell me shit
You tell me a hot damn thing
You can't tell me
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 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, 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 gifted than Christmas morning

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 selling
(No I a funky break)
I got what you need

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

You corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out 'cuz you great
The crew who got tape that's bumpin' 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, just to a hit
That's why to me, R&B, really ain't
So peace to all the hip-hop niggy roles
The who knows about flows and rockin' shows

I say, whassup to the ladies?
I say whassup 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 screamin'
Oh gosh call me Josh I'm bringin' down the walls
MC extraordinary, J-Ro to set it straight
I never 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 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 of leeway
Chumps be ejects 'cause I break necks when I flex
I be mo niggaz than the projects

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 crew
Yo D-Pimp for makin' the track, that nigga
Deadly Threat, this is J-Ro and
Tha Alkaholiks, and it's that