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 of people who really truly give a damn about music
Whether is a man or woman
Book book book book book I could a book about
Wife who don't know where to teach chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the Rebel MC stupid
listen to me
You may say another brother out to get money
Well right
I money like honey
But for the right when I rap and sing
Not for around the stage and showing the girls my black ding-a-ling
Your 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 take it no more, it's getting
I'm getting well vexed to the second verse
song, you have to stop, look, and listen
Hear no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, 'em
You think god's 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 the world if I miss the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the flavor of the
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Mark and the Funky Bunch
Mark, surrounded by negroes
You don't need blackies to be rap
brains and put 'em to the test
Not a fourth small and a muscle-bound chest
Criss Cross, can I say?
I your beat matures then your beats will stay
Vanilla, huh! you sometimes
Ice, ice, baby, now he's the one hit
Credit, rough a doubt
Make you jump and shout, make the shut their mouth
Who people the conscious lyrics
And the cats 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 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
Respect due 'cause I said it
That are the same, we don't need a war
Mickety Mack this, Vanilla Ice
Markey Mark this, pretending he's black
Book book book book it in your brain
For doing those lyrics you be insane
And taking over MTV
women one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't even give me that
There must have been some reason why they give you attack
Love songs come straight from your
Not from ass, you liquor ass
Fobbing us up with that crap
But the cliche is at the top of the map
Or the charts, or whatever you want it
Stop it, me drop it
Listen to the radio, watching
The words that you speak, ha, 'em
You think you're gift, you're a liar
I wouldn't on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Just a lizard telling stories
Now in your lick-spittle mouth