Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

[Intro -
it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the

1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even this
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, never stealin
But I'm hell it comes to rhyme dealin
to competitors, long live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his wallet, him in his cup
Drop the games, cause they really necessary
You can be a water rated, boy you legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, I'ma
To your I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian
done, get me mad I might try
Can't a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it
Serious and callous could be to competitors
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 like a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my with it
Put a on the floor, like a punk you wouldn't get it
snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack
I ain't playin you boy, you know I mean that
Physical rhymes all to intimidate
All niggaz take note, don't
is the cut, freaks 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, full of things, knock a sucker's out
Bring it to my level, boy you better climbin
When she's grindin, I'm hardcore
Lyric to your gut and all your lines just
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your
Walk into the like a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, coon hat
Walk by sucker punk, look eat crackers
He mumbled somethin, so my walked backwards
Catch 'em on the corner and hit 'em with the gat chrome
Let 'em my posse's gettin bigger, when were back home
A big maulin, you my beat is def
You who you are, F the BS

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

F the BS
F the BS
F the BS

3]
Reconnect my dialect with modified
snaps, never lookin for a bargain
Tumble when the on, walkin like a movie clips
mo, pants low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
Real boy, leavin crowds in euphoria
Transform, fast, nice slice, what a blast
Movin like the speed of light, so quick I shatter
(*beat changes*) Here's the and c'mon girlies get with it
You like my tuning cabilities, it
the man with the westbound attitude
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, afraid of you
Raise an eyebrow, try to out how
made the drums go (POW POW)
Understand the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes and put my hammer on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the stage (ROUGH BOY)
Yes so rough boy, up the backside
sign 'em up for the (BIG FIGHT)

(*solo of the new beat*)

(*two scratched*)

(*scratched*)
Raised, in LA

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

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F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..

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