Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

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

1]
Body by and you ain't even with this
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, never beat
But I'm when it comes to rhyme dealin
Death to competitors, long Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and '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 ain't
Sue it far in the Caddy, I'ma
To girlies I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian
I've done, get me mad I try
Can't find a rhyme, if you do you better 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 ball, Lord it's like a punk blast
Swayed, in effect, my posse's with it
Put a fifty on the floor, a punk you wouldn't get it
Neck snap, crack, put you on a meat rack
I playin with you boy, you know I mean that
rhymes all meant to intimidate
All niggaz note, don't imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks for my T-I-P
get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title match and you know I'm talkin about
Muscle bound, 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 gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these on your knuckles
into the party like a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, coon hat
Walk by sucker punk, look eat crackers
He somethin, so my posse walked backwards
Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em the gat chrome
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, rappin five 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, lookin for a bargain
Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin like a clips
Slow mo, pants low, jeans off my hip
Big shoes, loose, a rap warrior
Real beat boy, leavin in euphoria
Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a
Movin like the speed of light, so I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) the beat and c'mon girlies get with it
You like my cabilities, admit it
It's the man with the attitude
Big gold rope, 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 plan
soon to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my on a convoy
on the stage I'ma (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, on your stereo
I'm a cannibal, got you like "Rambo"
like 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 government from to Tupelo
It's like a bug always in my mind
It's tellin me "buddy, time"

- *scratched*]
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..

[Outro - (*scratching continues*)
Look sucker, this is my program
I'm about to throw down and take over the rap
You know what I'm
Somethin different, new
none of that same old stuff you hear on your stereo
You know I'm sayin, you who I am
me out
F the BS,
Yeah, F the BS