Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

[Intro -
it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy sounds the same

1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't with this
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, never beat
But I'm hell when it comes to rhyme
Death to competitors, long Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em the stick up
But my gat close range, his wallet, kick him in his cup
Drop the games, cause really ain't necessary
You can be a water rated, boy you legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin
To your I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian
done, get me mad I might try
Can't find a rhyme, if you do you better buy it
Serious and callous could be deadly to
am I sayin? (your gonna get yours)

[Chorus -
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..

2]
Memories of bein broke, keep me on the war
Hittin like a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk
Swayed, raid in effect, my posse's it
Put a fifty on the floor, like a you wouldn't get it
Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat
I ain't playin you boy, you know I mean that
Physical rhymes all to intimidate
All niggaz take note, don't
Rippin is the cut, scurry for my T-I-P
Tryna get an autograph M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title and you know what I'm talkin about
Muscle bound, of things, knock a sucker's lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you better start
When grindin, I'm hardcore rhymin
Lyric to gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these on your knuckles
Walk into the party a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
Walk by sucker punk, like eat crackers
He somethin, so my posse walked backwards
Catch 'em on the corner and hit 'em with the gat chrome
Let 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, were back home
A big maulin, you know my is def
You who you are, F the BS

Yeah boy, they rappin slang
Cuttin, you who it is
Comin at ya, ain't gonna put your name on wax
I really don't make you famous sucker

F the BS
F the BS
F the BS

3]
Reconnect my with modified jargon
Heavy snaps, never lookin for a
Tumble when the pressure's on, like a movie clips
Slow mo, low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, loose, a rap warrior
Real boy, leavin crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, slice, what a blast
Movin like the speed of light, so I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) Here's the beat and girlies get with it
You like my tuning cabilities, it
It's the man with the attitude
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't of you
Raise an eyebrow, try to out how
Mix-A-Lot the drums go (POW POW)
Understand the undercover game plan
soon to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes and put my hammer on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the stage (ROUGH BOY)
Yes so boy, creepin up the backside
Mix-A-Lot 'em up for the (BIG FIGHT)

(*solo of the new beat*)

(*two scratched*)

(*scratched*)
Raised, in LA

3]
Dynamo, good to go, rough on stereo
I'm like a cannibal, got you "Rambo"
Don't like kick you in the left calf
I ain't a and no coke, buddy don't laugh
I'm serious, my intention is to
The rap government Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's like a bug tickin in my mind
tellin me "buddy, it's time"

[Chorus -
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..

[Outro - (*scratching continues*)
Look here sucker, this is my
I'm about to throw down and take the rap land
You know I'm sayin?
different, somethin new
Ain't none of that same old you hear on your stereo
You know I'm sayin, you who I am
me out
F the BS,
Yeah, F the BS