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

Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear!
It's a figure of speech when some start to teach
But when I start I and reach
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 rapping
listen to me
You may say that's another brother out to get
Well you're
I need money like
But for the right thing I rap and sing
Not for jumping around the stage and showing the girls my black
Your is based 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 take it no more, it's 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 gift, you're a liar
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you always to cuss
I can't change the world 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 blackies to be rap heroes
Just and put 'em to the test
Not a fourth damn small and a muscle-bound
Criss Cross, can I say?
I hope your beat matures then your beats will
Vanilla, huh! you sometimes
Ice, ice, baby, now the one hit wonder
Credit, without a doubt
Make you jump and shout, make the shut their mouth
Who says people the conscious
And the cats and evil spirits
Me, because it needs to be
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 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 'cause it's the man
Respect due 'cause I said it
That are the same, we don't need a war
Mickety this, Vanilla Ice that
Markey Mark this, pretending that he's
Book book book book it in your brain
For doing those lyrics you be insane
And videos over MTV
women one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't give me that crap
There must have some reason why they give you heart attack
Love songs straight from your heart
Not from your ass, you ass
Fobbing us up that cliche 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 you're god's gift, you're a
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Just a tongue telling stories
Now fire in your mouth