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 ain't even this
I'm the man, all the wanna dis
Crushin, killin, never beat
But I'm hell when it comes to rhyme
Death to competitors, long Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard
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
Drop the games, cause really ain't necessary
You can be a water rated, boy you legendary
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 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, 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 rack
I ain't playin with you boy, you know I that
rhymes all meant to intimidate
All niggaz note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks for my T-I-P
Tryna get an autograph from
Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin
Muscle bound, of things, knock a sucker's lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you better start
she's grindin, I'm hardcore rhymin
Lyric to gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on knuckles
Walk into the party a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
Walk by sucker punk, like eat crackers
He mumbled somethin, so my posse backwards
Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em the gat chrome
Let 'em know my posse's bigger, when were 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 put your name on wax
I really wanna make you famous sucker

F the BS
F the BS
F the BS

3]
Reconnect my dialect with jargon
Heavy snaps, never lookin for a
Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin a movie clips
mo, pants low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
Real boy, leavin crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a
Movin the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) Here's the and c'mon girlies get with it
You like my cabilities, admit it
It's the man the westbound attitude
Big gold rope, knuckles, ain't afraid of you
an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the go (POW POW)
Understand the undercover game plan
soon to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes and put my hammer on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the I'ma (ROUGH BOY)
Yes so boy, creepin 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 like a cannibal, got you "Rambo"
Don't like riff-raff you in the left calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy laugh
I'm serious, my is to overthrow
The rap government from Crenshaw to
It's a bug always 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, this is my
I'm about to throw and take over the rap land
You know I'm sayin?
different, somethin new
Ain't none of that 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