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 of people who really truly give a damn about music
Whether is a man or woman
Book book book book book I could write a about
Wife who know where to teach like chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC rapping
Just to me
You may say that's another out to get money
Well you're
I money like honey
But for the thing when I rap and sing
Not for jumping around the stage and showing the girls my black
Your is based on your bodies
Why you doing music? Is it a hobby?
These things are going on in the music
Money, insane, fame fame, endlessly
I can't take it no more, getting worse
I'm getting well vexed listening to the second
This song, you to stop, look, and listen
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, 'em
You think you're god's gift, a liar
I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you always like to
'Cause I change the world if I miss the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the of the month
Cross, Vanilla, Markey Mark and the Funky Bunch
Markey Mark, by negroes
You don't blackies to be rap heroes
brains and put 'em to the test
Not a fourth damn and a muscle-bound chest
Criss Cross, can I say?
I hope your beat matures then beats will stay
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 their 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 you're god's gift, you're a liar
I wouldn't piss on you, if you on fire
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the woman
I say the woman first it's always the man
Respect due 'cause I it before
That women are the same, we need a war
Mack this, Vanilla Ice that
Markey Mark this, pretending that he's
Book book book book it in your brain
For those lyrics you must be insane
And videos over MTV
Twenty one man, ha ha, reality, please!
even give me that crap
There must have been some reason why they you heart attack
Love songs come straight your heart
Not from your ass, you ass
Fobbing us up with cliche crap
But the crap is at the top of the map
Or the charts, or whatever you call it
Stop it, me drop it
Listen to the radio, watching
The that you speak, ha, diss 'em
You think you're gift, you're a liar
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Just a lizard tongue stories
Now in your lick-spittle mouth