Luyện nghe bài hát Hear No Bullshit (on Fire Mix)

Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear!
It's a figure of when some artists start to teach
But when I start I and reach
The hearts of people who really truly give a damn about
that is a man or woman
Book book book book I could write a book about
Wife who don't know where to teach like (?)
Or Tu Pac or or the Rebel MC rapping stupid
listen to me
You may say that's brother out to get money
you're right
I need like honey
But for the right thing when I rap and
Not for jumping around the and showing the girls my black ding-a-ling
Your image is based on bodies
Why you music? Is it just a hobby?
These things are going on in the music
Money, insane, fame fame, endlessly
I can't take it no more, it's worse
I'm getting well vexed to the second verse
song, you have to stop, look, and listen
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, 'em
You think you're god's gift, you're a
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you always to cuss
'Cause I can't change the if I miss the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Mark and the Funky Bunch
Markey Mark, surrounded by
You don't blackies to be rap heroes
brains and put 'em to the test
Not a fourth damn small and a chest
Criss Cross, can I say?
I hope beat matures then your beats will stay
Vanilla, huh! you ponder
Ice, ice, baby, now the one hit wonder
Credit, rough a doubt
you jump and shout, make the idiots shut their mouth
Who says the conscious lyrics
And rappers the and evil spirits
Me, it needs to be said
The music has to drop down dead
MC on a hip hop mission
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, 'em
You think you're god's gift, a liar
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the woman
I say the woman first 'cause it's the man
due 'cause I said it before
That women are the same, we don't a war
Mickety Mack this, Ice that
Markey Mark this, pretending that he's
Book book book book it in your brain
For doing those lyrics you must be
And taking over MTV
women one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't even me that crap
There must been some reason why they give you heart attack
Love songs come straight from your
Not from your ass, you ass
us up with that cliche crap
But the cliche is at the top of the map
Or the charts, or whatever you call it
Stop it, me drop it
Listen to the radio, television
The words you speak, ha, diss 'em
You think you're god's gift, you're a
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Just a tongue telling stories
Now fire in lick-spittle mouth