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

Ahhh, hear! Ahhh, hear!
It's a figure of speech some artists start to teach
But when I start I teach and
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 know where to teach like chalk (?)
Or Tu Pac or Paris or the MC rapping stupid
Just to me
You may say that's another out to get money
Well right
I need like honey
But for the right thing when I rap and
Not for around the stage and showing the girls my black ding-a-ling
Your image is based on bodies
Why you doing music? Is it a hobby?
These are going on in the music industry
Money, insane, fame fame, endlessly
I can't it no more, it's getting worse
I'm getting vexed listening to the second verse
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 wouldn't piss on you, if you on fire
(Repeat)
You say Fusion, why you always to cuss
'Cause I change the world if I miss the bus
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the of the month
Criss Cross, Vanilla, Markey Mark and the Funky
Markey Mark, surrounded by
You don't need blackies to be rap
Just and put 'em to the test
Not a fourth small and a muscle-bound chest
Criss Cross, what can I
I hope your beat matures then your beats stay
Vanilla, huh! you sometimes
Ice, ice, baby, now he's the one hit
Credit, rough without a
Make you jump and shout, make the idiots their mouth
Who says people the conscious
And rappers the and evil spirits
Me, because it needs to be
The plastic music has to drop dead
MC Fusion on a hip hop
no bullshit, see no bullshit, say no bullshit, diss 'em
You think you're god's gift, you're a
I wouldn't on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Pom, pom, and the woman
I say the woman first it's always the man
Respect due 'cause I said it
women are the same, we don't need a war
Mickety Mack this, Vanilla Ice
Markey this, pretending that he's black
Book book book book book it in brain
For doing those lyrics you be insane
And videos taking MTV
Twenty one man, ha ha, reality, please!
Don't even me that crap
There must have been reason why they give you heart attack
Love songs straight from your heart
Not from ass, you liquor ass
us up with that cliche 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 you speak, ha, diss 'em
You think god's gift, you're a liar
I piss on you, if you were on fire
(Repeat)
Just a tongue telling stories
Now fire in lick-spittle mouth