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 with
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, beat stealin
But I'm hell when it comes to rhyme
Death to competitors, long live
You understand I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat range, take his wallet, kick him in his cup
the games, cause they really ain't necessary
You can be a water rated, boy you legendary
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 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, me on the war path
Hittin like a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my with it
Put a on the floor, like a punk you wouldn't get it
Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat
I ain't playin with you boy, you I mean that
Physical rhymes all to intimidate
All niggaz note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks for my T-I-P
Tryna get an autograph M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin
Muscle bound, full of things, a sucker's lights out
it to my level, boy you better start climbin
When she's grindin, I'm rhymin
Lyric to your gut and all lines just buckle
you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
Walk by punk, look 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, when were 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 your 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
Heavy snaps, never lookin for a
Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin like a movie
mo, pants low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
Real beat boy, crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, nice slice, a blast
like the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) the beat and c'mon girlies get with it
You like my tuning cabilities, it
the man with the westbound attitude
Big gold rope, knuckles, ain't afraid of you
Raise an eyebrow, try to out how
Mix-A-Lot the drums 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
on the stage 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, on your stereo
I'm like a cannibal, got you "Rambo"
Don't like riff-raff kick you in the left
I ain't a and no coke, buddy don't laugh
I'm serious, my is to overthrow
The rap government Crenshaw 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*)
Look sucker, this is my program
I'm about to throw down and over 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