Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

[Intro -
Like it was before, as
Somethin different, the boy sounds the same

1]
Body by Nautilus and you even with this
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, never beat
But I'm hell when it comes to rhyme
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
the games, cause they really ain't necessary
You can be a rated, boy you ain't legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin
To your I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian
I've done, get me mad I try
find a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it
Serious and could be deadly to competitors
What am I sayin? (your 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 punk
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 with you boy, you I mean that
Physical rhymes all meant to
All niggaz note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks for my T-I-P
get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the match and you know what I'm talkin about
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
to your gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, jet black
"Swass" in effect, sportin coon hat
by sucker punk, look like eat crackers
He mumbled somethin, so my posse walked
Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat
Let 'em know my gettin bigger, when 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 back at ya, ain't gonna put name on wax
I really don't wanna you famous sucker

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 clips
Slow mo, pants low, jeans off my hip
Big shoes, loose, a rap warrior
Real boy, leavin crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, slice, what a blast
Movin like the speed of light, so quick I shatter
(*beat changes*) the beat and c'mon girlies get with it
You my tuning cabilities, admit it
It's the man the westbound attitude
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, afraid of you
Raise an eyebrow, try to out how
made 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
Mix-A-Lot on the 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, rough on stereo
I'm like a cannibal, got you "Rambo"
Don't riff-raff kick you in the left calf
I ain't a and no coke, buddy don't laugh
I'm serious, my is to overthrow
The rap government from Crenshaw to
It's like a bug tickin in my mind
It's tellin me "buddy, 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 down and over the rap land
You what I'm sayin?
different, somethin new
Ain't none of that same old stuff you hear on stereo
You I'm sayin, you know who I am
me out
F the BS,
Yeah, F the BS