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 guest list, it's E-Swift 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 we might rock the motherfucker all night yo
The went wild, the hoes went crazy
We dropped the microphone than we

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

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

You put a rhyme together but I dismantle it
So a high-five 'cause 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 flop

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

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

You tell me shit
You can't tell me a hot thing
You can't tell me
You tell 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 apes a
From the ghetto creases in my capes
(Up up up and away, J-Ro)

I got more hoes a canyon got echoes
I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher a callous
My number one football team is
Cowboys, now boys, you see I'm greater 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 shit outta
I'm gifted than Christmas morning

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

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

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

You hittin' corners with the Alkies seen you 'cuz you great
The who got another tape that's bumpin' harder, save it
Rhythm and blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same
They put a lot of Funky out the game

samplin' the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit
That's why to me, R&B, really ain't
So to all the real hip-hop niggy roles
The ones who knows about flows and rockin'

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

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

I drive through lyrics like I'm on the freeway
And I don't give rappers, no of leeway
Chumps be ejects 'cause I break necks when I flex
I be housin' mo niggaz than the

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

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