Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Tell Me Shit

I stop by the club, 'cuz it ain't else to do it
I'm on the guest list, 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 sounds so
I we might rock the motherfucker all night yo
The niggaz wild, the hoes went crazy
We the microphone than we Swayze

Ooh don't I sound great when I down a black
My style is much than 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, 'bout, back to the old school
You never left in the first place fool
Now wants to be a prophet
But I won't quit rhymin' my dick so get off it

You put a rhyme but I only dismantle 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, me the mic and watch the belly flop

Dagnabit, I got a bad
It don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I it
So step back before 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 can't tell me

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

I rock you Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana
I'm suckers on pause like a comma
I never ape act but I got the apes 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 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 court you dribble like Bol
You try to take it to the hole get that shit outta
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 Phillie
Oh there goes my beeper, what the do Billy want

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

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

You hittin' corners with the seen you pull-out 'cuz you great
The crew who got another that's bumpin' harder, save it
and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same
They put a lot of Drummers out the game

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 niggy roles
The ones who knows about flows and shows

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

I'm up to the bars, got 'em screamin' Alkahols
Oh gosh call me Josh I'm bringin' down the walls
MC extraordinary, J-Ro came to set it
I never hesitate to grab the mic and

In LA, niggaz walk the same
Act the same, the same, drive the same
Dress the same, the same, fuck the same
But is Ro and I got my own game

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

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

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