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 a damn about music
Whether is a man or woman
book book book book I could write a book about
Wife who don't know to teach like chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC rapping
Just to me
You may say another brother out to get money
Well you're
I need money like
But for the right thing I rap and sing
Not for jumping around the stage and the girls my black ding-a-ling
Your image is based on bodies
Why you doing music? Is it a hobby?
These are going on in the music industry
Money, brain insane, fame, endlessly
I can't take it no more, it's getting
I'm getting vexed 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 gift, you're a liar
I wouldn't on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you like to cuss
'Cause I can't the world if I miss the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey and the Funky Bunch
Markey Mark, by negroes
You don't need blackies to be rap
brains and put 'em to the test
Not a fourth damn small and a chest
Criss Cross, can I say?
I hope your beat matures then beats will stay
Vanilla, huh! you sometimes
Ice, ice, baby, now the one hit wonder
Credit, rough a doubt
Make you jump and shout, make the idiots shut mouth
Who says the conscious lyrics
And rappers the and evil spirits
Me, it needs to be said
The plastic music has to down dead
MC on a hip hop mission
no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'em
You think you're god's gift, a liar
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the conscious
I say the woman first it's always the man
Respect due 'cause I said it
women are the same, we don't need a war
Mickety this, Vanilla Ice that
Mark this, pretending that he's black
Book book book book it in your brain
For those lyrics you must be insane
And videos taking MTV
Twenty one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't give me that crap
There have been some reason why they give you heart attack
Love songs come straight from your
Not from ass, you liquor ass
Fobbing us up with that cliche
But the crap is at the top of the map
Or the charts, or whatever you call it
it, before me drop it
Listen to the radio, watching
The words that you speak, ha, 'em
You you're god's gift, you're a liar
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Just a lizard tongue telling
Now in your lick-spittle mouth