Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

[Intro -
Like it was before, as
different, the boy never sounds the same

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

- *scratched*]
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..

2]
Memories of broke, keep me on the war path
Hittin like a wreckin ball, Lord it's a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my posse's it
Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you get it
Neck snap, crack, put you on a meat rack
I ain't with you boy, you know I mean that
rhymes all meant to intimidate
All take note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, scurry for my T-I-P
get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title match and you what I'm talkin about
Muscle bound, of things, knock a sucker's lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you start climbin
When she's grindin, I'm rhymin
Lyric to gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on knuckles
Walk into the like a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" in effect, sportin coon hat
Walk by sucker punk, look like eat
He somethin, so my posse walked backwards
Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat
Let 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, when 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, gonna put your name on wax
I really don't wanna you famous sucker

F the BS
F the BS
F the BS

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

(*solo of the new beat*)

(*two scratched*)

(*scratched*)
Raised, in LA

3]
Dynamo, good to go, rough on your
I'm a cannibal, got you like "Rambo"
Don't riff-raff kick you in the left calf
I a joke and no coke, buddy don't laugh
I'm serious, my is to overthrow
The rap government from Crenshaw to
It's like a bug always in my mind
It's me "buddy, it's time"

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

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