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 teach and
The hearts of people who really truly give a damn music
that is a man or woman
Book book book book I could write a book about
who don't know where to teach like chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the MC rapping stupid
listen to me
You may say another brother out to get money
Well right
I money like honey
But for the right thing I rap and sing
Not for jumping around the stage and showing the my black ding-a-ling
Your is based on your bodies
Why you doing music? Is it just a
things are going on in the music industry
Money, brain insane, fame fame,
I can't take it no more, it's worse
I'm getting well vexed to the second verse
This song, you to stop, look, and listen
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, 'em
You you're god's gift, you're a liar
I wouldn't piss on you, if you on fire
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you always like to
I can't change the world if I miss the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey Mark and the Bunch
Markey Mark, surrounded by
You don't need to be rap heroes
brains and put 'em to the test
Not a fourth small and a muscle-bound chest
Cross, what can I say?
I hope your beat matures then your beats will
Vanilla, huh! you ponder
Ice, ice, baby, now he's the one hit
Credit, rough a doubt
Make you jump and shout, make the idiots shut mouth
Who says the conscious lyrics
And rappers the cats and evil
Me, because it to be said
The plastic music has to down dead
MC Fusion on a hip hop
no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'em
You think you're gift, you're a liar
I wouldn't piss on you, if you on fire
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the conscious
I say the first 'cause it's always the man
Respect due 'cause I said it
women are the same, we don't need a war
Mickety Mack this, Vanilla Ice
Markey Mark this, that he's black
Book book book book it in your brain
For doing those you must be insane
And videos over MTV
Twenty one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't even give me crap
There must have been some why they give you heart attack
songs come straight from your heart
Not your ass, you liquor 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 wouldn't on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
a lizard tongue telling stories
Now fire in your lick-spittle