Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

[Intro -
Like it was before, as
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 stealin
But I'm hell when it comes to dealin
Death to competitors, live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the up
But my gat close range, his wallet, kick him in his cup
the games, cause they really ain't necessary
You can be a water rated, boy you ain't
Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin
To girlies I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian
done, get me mad I might try
Can't find a better rhyme, if you do you 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 broke, keep me on the war path
like a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my with it
Put a fifty on the floor, like a you wouldn't get it
snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack
I ain't with you boy, you know I mean that
Physical rhymes all to intimidate
All niggaz take note, imitate
is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P
Tryna get an from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
for the title match 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 rhymin
Lyric to your gut and all your lines just
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on knuckles
Walk the party like a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" in effect, sportin coon hat
Walk by sucker punk, look like eat
He mumbled somethin, so my walked backwards
Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat
Let 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, were back home
A big maulin, you my beat 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 put your name on wax
I really don't wanna make you famous

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 like a clips
mo, pants low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, loose, a rap warrior
Real beat boy, leavin crowds in
Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a
Movin like the speed of light, so I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) Here's the and c'mon girlies get with it
You my tuning cabilities, admit it
It's the man with the attitude
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, afraid of you
an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot the drums go (POW POW)
Understand it's the game plan
soon to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the stage (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, rough on your
I'm a cannibal, got you like "Rambo"
Don't riff-raff 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 from to Tupelo
It's like a bug always tickin in my
It's tellin me "buddy, time"

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

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