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 even with this
I'm the man, all the wanna dis
Crushin, killin, beat stealin
But I'm when it comes to rhyme dealin
to competitors, long live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the up
But my gat range, take his wallet, kick him in his cup
Drop the games, they really ain't necessary
You can be a water rated, boy you legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin
To your girlies I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma
done, get me mad I might try
Can't find a better rhyme, if you do you buy it
Serious and callous be deadly 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 it's like a blast
Swayed, in effect, my posse's 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 you boy, you know I mean that
rhymes all meant to intimidate
All take note, don't imitate
is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P
Tryna get an autograph from
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 grindin, I'm hardcore rhymin
Lyric to your gut and all your lines buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your
Walk into the party a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
by sucker punk, look like eat crackers
He mumbled somethin, so my walked backwards
'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat chrome
Let 'em know my posse's bigger, when were back home
A big maulin, you my beat is def
You who you are, F the BS

Yeah boy, they 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 dialect modified jargon
snaps, never lookin for a bargain
Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin like a movie
Slow mo, low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
beat 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 beat and girlies get with 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 the drums go (POW POW)
Understand it's the undercover plan
Mix-A-Lot 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
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 kick you in the calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy laugh
I'm serious, my intention is to
The rap from Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's like a bug always in my mind
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, is my program
I'm about to throw down and take the rap land
You know I'm sayin?
Somethin different, new
none of that same old stuff you hear on your stereo
You I'm sayin, you know who I am
me out
F the BS,
Yeah, F the BS