Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

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

1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't 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 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 close range, take his wallet, him in his cup
Drop the games, cause they 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
and callous could be deadly to competitors
What am I sayin? (your get yours)

- *scratched*]
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 like a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my posse's 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 playin with you boy, you know I mean
rhymes all meant to intimidate
All take note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my
Tryna get an autograph from
Down for the title match and you what I'm talkin about
Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker's out
it to my level, boy you better 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 boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
Walk by punk, look like eat crackers
He mumbled somethin, so my posse backwards
Catch 'em on the stone and hit 'em with the gat chrome
Let 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, when were home
A big maulin, you know my 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 dialect with jargon
snaps, never lookin 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, slice, what a blast
Movin like the of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) Here's the beat and girlies get with it
You like my tuning cabilities, it
the man with the westbound attitude
Big rope, rusty knuckles, ain't afraid of you
an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the go (POW POW)
Understand it's the undercover game
soon to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my 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, good to go, on your stereo
I'm like a cannibal, got you "Rambo"
Don't riff-raff kick you in the left calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy laugh
I'm serious, my is to overthrow
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, this is my
I'm about to throw down and take over the rap
You know I'm sayin?
Somethin different, new
Ain't none of that same old you hear on your stereo
You know I'm sayin, you who I am
me out
F the BS,
Yeah, F the BS