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 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 I could write a book about
Wife who don't know to teach like chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC stupid
Just to me
You may say another brother out to get money
you're right
I need like honey
But for the right thing I rap and sing
Not for jumping around the stage and 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 fame,
I take it no more, it's getting worse
I'm getting well vexed listening to the second
song, you have 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 piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you like to cuss
I can't change the world if I miss the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the of the month
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey Mark and the Bunch
Markey Mark, surrounded by
You don't blackies to be rap heroes
Just and put 'em to the test
Not a damn small 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 shut their mouth
Who people the conscious lyrics
And rappers the and evil spirits
Me, because it needs to be
The plastic music has to drop dead
MC on a hip hop mission
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, 'em
You think you're god's gift, a liar
I wouldn't on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the conscious
I say the woman first it's always the man
Respect due 'cause I it before
women are the same, we don't need a war
Mickety Mack this, Ice that
Markey Mark this, pretending he's black
Book book book book it in your brain
For doing lyrics you must be insane
And videos over MTV
women one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't even me that crap
There must been some reason why they give you heart attack
Love songs come straight your heart
Not from your ass, you ass
Fobbing us up that cliche crap
But the cliche is at the top of the map
Or the charts, or whatever you call it
Stop it, before me it
Listen to the radio, watching
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 on fire
(Repeat)
a lizard tongue telling stories
Now fire in your lick-spittle