Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

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

1]
Body by and you ain't even with this
I'm the man, all the wanna dis
Crushin, killin, beat stealin
But I'm when it comes to rhyme dealin
Death to competitors, long 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 legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin
To your 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 callous could be deadly to
What am I (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 wreckin ball, Lord it's like a blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my with it
Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you get it
Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat
I ain't with 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 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
Bring it to my level, boy you start climbin
When she's grindin, I'm rhymin
Lyric to your gut and all your just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, wearin jet
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
Walk by sucker punk, look 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 my beat is def
You who you are, F the BS

Yeah boy, they rappin slang
Cuttin, you who it is
back at ya, ain't gonna put your 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
mo, pants low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
Real beat boy, crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a
Movin like the speed of light, so quick I plexiglass
(*beat changes*) the beat and c'mon girlies get with it
You like my tuning cabilities, it
It's the man with the attitude
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't of you
an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot the drums go (POW POW)
Understand it's the undercover plan
Mix-A-Lot soon to be (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my hammer on a
Mix-A-Lot on the I'ma (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, good to go, rough on stereo
I'm like a cannibal, got you "Rambo"
Don't like riff-raff kick you in the calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy don't
I'm serious, my is to overthrow
The rap government Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's like a bug always tickin in my
It's tellin me "buddy, 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?
different, somethin new
Ain't none of that same old stuff you hear on your
You I'm sayin, you know who I am
me out
F the BS,
Yeah, F the BS