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
Whether 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 Paris or the Rebel MC rapping
listen to me
You may say that's another brother out to get
Well right
I need like honey
But for the thing when 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 Is it just a hobby?
things are going on in the music industry
Money, brain insane, fame fame,
I can't take it no more, getting worse
I'm getting well listening to the second verse
This song, you to stop, look, and listen
no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'em
You think you're god's gift, you're a
I wouldn't on you, if you were 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 of the month
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey and the Funky Bunch
Markey Mark, by negroes
You need blackies to be rap heroes
Just brains and put 'em to the
Not a damn small and a muscle-bound chest
Criss Cross, can I say?
I hope your beat matures then your will stay
Vanilla, huh! you ponder
Ice, ice, baby, now the one hit wonder
Credit, rough without a
Make you and shout, make the idiots shut their mouth
Who people the conscious lyrics
And the cats and evil spirits
Me, because it needs to be
The plastic music has to down dead
MC Fusion on a hip hop
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, 'em
You think you're god's gift, you're a
I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the woman
I say the woman first 'cause it's the man
Respect due 'cause I it before
That women are the same, we don't a war
Mack this, Vanilla Ice that
Markey this, pretending that he's black
book book book book it in your brain
For doing those lyrics you be insane
And taking over MTV
women one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't even give me that
There must have been reason why they give you heart attack
Love songs come from your heart
Not your ass, you liquor ass
Fobbing us up with that crap
But the cliche is at the top of the map
Or the charts, or you want call it
Stop it, me drop it
Listen to the radio, watching
The words that you speak, ha, 'em
You think you're god's gift, a liar
I wouldn't on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Just a lizard telling stories
Now fire in lick-spittle mouth