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 with
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, beat stealin
But I'm hell it comes to rhyme dealin
Death to competitors, long Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma 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 they ain't necessary
You can be a rated, boy you ain't legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, I'ma
To your I'ma hero, to you suckers 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 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 bein broke, me on the war path
like a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk blast
Swayed, in effect, my posse's with it
Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you get it
snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack
I playin with you boy, you know I mean that
Physical 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 title match and you know what I'm about
Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker's out
Bring it to my level, boy you better climbin
When she's grindin, I'm hardcore
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 like a mob, jet black
"Swass" in effect, sportin coon hat
Walk by punk, look like eat crackers
He mumbled somethin, so my walked backwards
Catch 'em on the corner and hit 'em with 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, rappin five slang
Cuttin, you who it is
Comin back at ya, ain't 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 modified
Heavy snaps, never for a bargain
Tumble the pressure's on, walkin like a movie clips
Slow mo, pants low, jeans off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
Real beat boy, leavin crowds in
Transform, fast, nice slice, what a blast
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
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)
it's the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot soon to be (TOP MAN)
Yes and put my hammer on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the stage (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, 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 a joke and no coke, buddy don't laugh
I'm serious, my intention is to
The rap from Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's like a bug always tickin in my
It's tellin me "buddy, time"

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

- talking] (*scratching continues*)
Look here sucker, this is my
I'm to throw down and take over the rap land
You what I'm sayin?
different, somethin new
Ain't of that 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