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 this
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, beat stealin
But I'm hell when it to rhyme dealin
Death to competitors, long live
You understand I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, his wallet, kick him in his cup
Drop the games, cause really ain't necessary
You can be a rated, boy you ain't legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin
To your girlies I'ma hero, to you I'ma villian
I've done, get me mad I try
Can't find a better rhyme, if you do you buy it
Serious and callous could be to competitors
What am I sayin? (your get yours)

[Chorus -
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..

2]
Memories of broke, keep me on the war path
Hittin a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my with it
Put a fifty on the floor, a punk you wouldn't get it
Neck snap, head crack, put you on a rack
I playin with you boy, you know I mean that
Physical all meant to intimidate
All niggaz take note, imitate
Rippin is the cut, scurry for my T-I-P
Tryna get an 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, a sucker's lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you better climbin
When she's grindin, I'm rhymin
Lyric to gut and all your lines just buckle
you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
by sucker punk, look like eat crackers
He somethin, so my posse walked backwards
Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em the gat chrome
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 at ya, ain't gonna put your name on wax
I really 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 when the on, walkin like a movie clips
Slow mo, low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
Real boy, leavin crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, nice slice, a blast
Movin like the speed of light, so I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) Here's the beat and c'mon girlies get it
You like my cabilities, admit it
It's the man with the attitude
Big rope, rusty knuckles, ain't afraid of you
an eyebrow, try to figure 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, 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, 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, buddy don't
I'm serious, my intention is to
The rap from Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's a bug always tickin in my mind
tellin me "buddy, it's time"

[Chorus -
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 take the rap land
You what I'm sayin?
different, somethin new
Ain't none of 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