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

Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear!
It's a figure of speech when some start to teach
But when I I teach and reach
The hearts of 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 don't where to teach like chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the MC rapping stupid
Just to me
You may say another brother out to get money
you're right
I need money honey
But for the right thing I rap and sing
Not for jumping around the and showing the girls my black ding-a-ling
Your image is based on your
Why you music? Is it just a hobby?
These things are going on in the industry
Money, brain insane, fame fame,
I can't take it no more, it's 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 gift, you're a liar
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you always to cuss
I can't change the world if I miss the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey and the Funky Bunch
Mark, surrounded by negroes
You need blackies to be rap heroes
Just 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 your beats stay
Vanilla, huh! you sometimes
Ice, ice, baby, now he's the one hit
Credit, rough without a
Make you jump and shout, make the idiots shut mouth
Who says people the conscious
And rappers the cats and spirits
Me, because it to be said
The plastic has to drop 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 piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the conscious
I say the woman first 'cause always the man
Respect due 'cause I it before
That women are the same, we 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 taking 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 from your heart
Not your ass, you liquor ass
us up with that cliche crap
But the crap is at the top of the map
Or the charts, or whatever you call it
Stop it, before me it
to the radio, watching television
The words that you speak, ha, 'em
You think you're god's gift, a liar
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Just a lizard tongue stories
Now fire in your mouth