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 even with this
I'm the man, all the wanna dis
Crushin, killin, never beat
But I'm hell it comes to rhyme dealin
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, take his wallet, him in his cup
the games, cause they really ain't necessary
You can be a rated, boy you ain't legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin
To your I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian
I've done, get me mad I try
Can't a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it
Serious and could be deadly to competitors
am I sayin? (your gonna get yours)

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

2]
Memories of broke, keep me on the war path
Hittin like a ball, Lord it's like a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my with it
Put a on the floor, like a punk you wouldn't get it
Neck snap, crack, put you on a meat rack
I ain't with you boy, you know I mean that
Physical all meant to intimidate
All take note, don't imitate
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 match and you know I'm talkin about
Muscle bound, full of things, knock a lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you better start
When she's grindin, I'm hardcore
Lyric to your gut and all lines just buckle
When you it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, wearin jet
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
Walk by sucker punk, look eat crackers
He mumbled somethin, so my posse walked
'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat chrome
Let 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, when back home
A big maulin, you know my is def
You who you are, F the BS

Yeah boy, rappin five slang
Cuttin, you who it is
Comin back at ya, ain't gonna put 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, lookin for a bargain
Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin a movie clips
Slow mo, pants low, layin off my hip
Big shoes, loose, a rap warrior
Real beat boy, crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, nice slice, a blast
Movin the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) Here's the beat and girlies get with it
You like my tuning cabilities, it
the man with the westbound attitude
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, afraid of you
an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the go (POW POW)
it's the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes and put my hammer on a convoy
on the stage I'ma (ROUGH BOY)
Yes so rough boy, 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, on your stereo
I'm a cannibal, got you like "Rambo"
Don't riff-raff kick you in the left calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, don't laugh
I'm serious, my intention is to
The rap government from Crenshaw to
It's like a bug always in my mind
It's me "buddy, it's time"

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

[Outro - (*scratching continues*)
here sucker, this is my program
I'm about to throw and take over 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