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

Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear!
It's a figure of speech when some artists start to
But when I start I teach and
The hearts of people who really truly a damn about music
that is a man or woman
Book book book book book I write a book about
Wife who don't know where to teach like (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC stupid
listen to me
You may say that's another brother out to get
Well you're
I need money honey
But for the right thing I rap and sing
Not for around the stage and showing the girls my black ding-a-ling
Your image is on your bodies
Why you doing music? Is it a hobby?
These things are on in the music industry
Money, brain insane, fame, endlessly
I can't it no more, it's getting worse
I'm getting vexed listening to the second verse
song, you have 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 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
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 damn small and a muscle-bound chest
Criss Cross, can I say?
I hope your beat matures your 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, the idiots shut their mouth
Who says the conscious lyrics
And rappers the and evil spirits
Me, because it needs to be
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, a liar
I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the woman
I say the woman 'cause it's always the man
Respect due 'cause I said it
That women are the same, we need a war
Mickety Mack this, Ice that
Markey Mark this, pretending that black
Book book book book it in your brain
For doing those lyrics you be insane
And videos taking MTV
women one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't even give me crap
There have been some reason 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 crap 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 that you speak, ha, diss 'em
You think god's gift, you're a liar
I wouldn't piss on you, if you on fire
(Repeat)
a lizard tongue telling stories
Now fire in your lick-spittle