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

Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear!
It's a of speech when some artists start to teach
But when I start I and reach
The hearts of people who really give a damn about music
Whether that is a man or
Book book book book I could write a book about
Wife who know where to teach like chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC rapping
listen to me
You may say another brother out to get money
Well right
I need like 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 Is it just a hobby?
things are going on in the music industry
Money, insane, fame fame, endlessly
I can't take it no more, it's worse
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 piss on you, if you were on
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you like to cuss
'Cause I can't change the 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 need to be rap heroes
brains and put 'em to the test
Not a fourth small and a muscle-bound chest
Criss Cross, can I say?
I hope beat matures then your beats will stay
Vanilla, huh! you sometimes
Ice, ice, baby, now he's the one hit
Credit, without a doubt
Make you jump and shout, make the idiots shut their
Who says people the lyrics
And rappers the cats and evil
Me, because it to be said
The plastic music has to drop down
MC Fusion on a hip hop
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 woman
I say the woman first 'cause it's the man
Respect due I said it before
That are the same, we don't need a war
Mickety Mack this, Ice that
Markey Mark this, that he's black
Book book book book it in your brain
For those lyrics you must be insane
And taking over MTV
Twenty one man, ha ha, reality, please!
even give me that crap
There must have been reason why they give you heart attack
Love songs come from your heart
Not your ass, you liquor ass
Fobbing us up with that crap
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, television
The words that you speak, ha, 'em
You think you're god's gift, you're a
I wouldn't piss on you, if you on fire
(Repeat)
Just a lizard tongue telling
Now fire in lick-spittle mouth