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 this
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, never beat
But I'm hell when it comes to dealin
Death to competitors, long live
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em 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 water rated, boy you ain't
Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin
To your girlies 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 callous could be to competitors
What am I (your gonna 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, 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
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 niggaz take note, 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 lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you better start
When she's grindin, I'm rhymin
Lyric to your gut and all lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, wearin jet
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
Walk by sucker punk, look like eat
He somethin, so my posse walked backwards
Catch 'em on the stone and hit 'em with the gat chrome
Let 'em my posse's gettin bigger, when were back home
A big maulin, you know my 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 your on wax
I really don't wanna you famous sucker

F the BS
F the BS
F the BS

3]
Reconnect my with modified jargon
Heavy snaps, lookin for a bargain
Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin like a movie
Slow mo, pants low, jeans off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
Real beat boy, crowds in euphoria
Transform, fast, nice 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 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 game plan
Mix-A-Lot to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the 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, rough on your
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 sucker, this is my program
I'm to throw down and take over the rap land
You what I'm sayin?
Somethin different, 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