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

Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear!
It's a figure of speech when some artists to teach
But I start I teach and reach
The of people who really truly give a damn about music
Whether is a man or woman
Book book book book I could write a book about
Wife who don't where to teach like chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the MC rapping stupid
listen to me
You may say another brother out to get money
you're right
I need money honey
But for the right when I rap and sing
Not for jumping around the stage and showing the girls my ding-a-ling
image is based on your bodies
Why you doing Is it just a hobby?
These are going on in the music industry
Money, brain insane, fame, endlessly
I can't it no more, it's getting worse
I'm getting well listening to the second verse
This song, you have to stop, look, and
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, '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
'Cause I can't change the if I miss the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey Mark and the Bunch
Markey Mark, by negroes
You don't need blackies to be rap
Just and put 'em to the test
Not a fourth damn and a muscle-bound chest
Criss Cross, what can I
I your beat matures then your beats will stay
Vanilla, huh! you ponder
Ice, ice, baby, now the one hit wonder
Credit, without a doubt
Make you jump and shout, make the idiots shut their
Who people the conscious lyrics
And the cats and evil spirits
Me, because it needs to be
The plastic music has to drop down
MC Fusion on a hip hop
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, 'em
You you're god's gift, you're a liar
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the woman
I say the first 'cause it's 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, pretending that he's
book book book book it in your brain
For doing those lyrics you must be
And taking over MTV
Twenty one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't even me that crap
There must have been reason why they give you heart attack
Love 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 whatever you call it
Stop it, me drop it
Listen to the radio, television
The words you speak, ha, diss 'em
You think you're god's gift, you're a
I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on
(Repeat)
Just a lizard tongue stories
Now fire in lick-spittle mouth