Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Tell Me Shit

I stop by the club, 'cuz it 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

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

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

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

You put a together but I only dismantle it
So gimme a '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 the belly flop

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

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

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

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

I got hoes than a canyon got echoes
I'm rougher Bluto, tougher than a callous
My number one football is Dallas
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 Christmas morning

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

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

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

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

They samplin' the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to a hit
That's why to me, R&B, really shit
So peace to all the hip-hop niggy roles
The ones who knows about flows and rockin'

I say, whassup to the ladies?
I say whassup to the ladies?
the Atlantic, to the Pacific
I gotsta be specific, they I'm terrific

I'm pushin' up to the bars, got 'em Alkahols
Oh gosh call me Josh 'cause I'm bringin' down the
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, the same
Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the
But this is Ro and I got my own

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

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

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