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 guest list, E-Swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cuz, a bad habit
Open mic night, so, the gots to grab it

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

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 in the first 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 pool I'd 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 back you get lit
I'm a grown motherfuckin' man and you can't tell me

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

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

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

I got more than a canyon got echoes
I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a
My number one team is Dallas
Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater

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

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

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

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

You hittin' corners with the seen you pull-out 'cuz you great
The crew who got another tape that's bumpin' harder, it
Rhythm and blues a fuse, and now it ain't 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, ain't shit
So peace to all the real hip-hop niggy
The ones who about flows and rockin' shows

I wanna say, whassup to the
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 screamin'
Oh call me Josh 'cause I'm bringin' down the walls
MC extraordinary, J-Ro to set it straight
I never hesitate to the mic and meditate

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

I drive through lyrics 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 than the projects

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

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