Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

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

1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't 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 I'ma rock
Beat 'em up and 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, his wallet, kick him in his cup
Drop the games, they really ain't necessary
You can be a rated, boy you ain't legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin
To your girlies I'ma hero, to you suckers villian
done, get me mad I might try
Can't a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it
Serious and callous could be 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
Hittin a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my with it
Put a fifty on the floor, like a you wouldn't get it
snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack
I ain't playin with you boy, you know I mean
Physical all meant to intimidate
All niggaz take note, don't
Rippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my
Tryna get an from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the match and you know what I'm talkin about
bound, full of things, knock 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
you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, coon hat
by sucker punk, look like eat crackers
He somethin, so my posse walked backwards
Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat
Let 'em my posse's gettin bigger, when were back home
A big maulin, you my beat is def
You who you are, F the BS

Yeah boy, they rappin five
Cuttin, you who it is
Comin back at ya, ain't gonna put your 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
snaps, never lookin 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, crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, slice, what a blast
Movin like the speed of light, so quick I shatter
(*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 gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't of you
Raise an eyebrow, try to out how
Mix-A-Lot made the go (POW POW)
Understand the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot soon to be (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my hammer on a
Mix-A-Lot on the stage (ROUGH BOY)
Yes so rough boy, creepin up the
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 stereo
I'm like a cannibal, got you "Rambo"
like riff-raff kick you in the left calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy laugh
I'm serious, my intention is to
The rap government from Crenshaw to
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 down and take over the rap land
You what I'm sayin?
Somethin different, new
none 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