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 of people who really truly give a damn about music
that is a man or woman
Book book book book book I could write a about
Wife who don't know to teach like chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC rapping
Just to me
You may say that's another brother out to get
Well right
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 music? 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 well listening to the second verse
This song, you have to stop, look, and
no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'em
You think you're god's gift, a liar
I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you always like to
'Cause I can't change the world if I the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey Mark and the Funky
Mark, surrounded by negroes
You don't need blackies to be rap
brains 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 will
Vanilla, huh! you sometimes
Ice, ice, baby, now he's the one hit
Credit, rough a doubt
you jump and shout, make the idiots shut their mouth
Who people the conscious lyrics
And rappers the cats and spirits
Me, because it to be said
The music has to drop down dead
MC Fusion on a hip hop
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, 'em
You think god's gift, you're a liar
I wouldn't on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the conscious
I say the woman first 'cause always the man
due 'cause I said it before
That women are the same, we don't a war
Mickety this, Vanilla 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 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 straight from your heart
Not from 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 want it
it, before 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 on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Just a lizard tongue stories
Now in your lick-spittle mouth