Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

[Intro -
it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never the same

1]
Body by Nautilus and you even with this
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, never stealin
But I'm hell when it comes to dealin
to competitors, long live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em 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 water rated, boy you ain't
Sue it far in the Caddy, I'ma
To your I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian
I've done, get me mad I try
Can't find a better rhyme, if you do you buy it
and callous could be deadly to competitors
What am I (your gonna get yours)

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

2]
Memories of bein broke, keep me on the war
like a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my posse's it
Put a fifty on the floor, like a you wouldn't get it
snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack
I playin with you boy, you know I mean that
rhymes all meant to intimidate
All take note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my
get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title match and you know what I'm about
Muscle bound, full of things, knock a lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you better climbin
When she's grindin, I'm rhymin
to your gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
Walk by sucker punk, like 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 gettin bigger, when were back home
A big maulin, you know my is def
You who you are, F the BS

Yeah boy, they rappin five
Cuttin, you who it is
Comin back at ya, ain't gonna put name on wax
I don't wanna make you famous sucker

F the BS
F the BS
F the BS

3]
Reconnect my with modified jargon
Heavy snaps, never for a bargain
Tumble the pressure's on, walkin like a movie clips
Slow mo, pants low, jeans off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
beat boy, leavin crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, 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 with the attitude
Big rope, rusty 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 undercover plan
soon 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, to go, rough on your stereo
I'm a cannibal, got you like "Rambo"
like riff-raff kick you in the left calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, don't laugh
I'm serious, my is to overthrow
The rap government from to Tupelo
It's like a bug tickin in my mind
It's me "buddy, it's time"

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

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