Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Fucking With Us

B]
Let's get it like transmission and alternators
Got the keys in the cage ready for who you the greatest
'em down from the biggest bitches to smallest haters
I'm 'bout to serve these niggaz, call 'em
Got my mind right, money right, for war
And I got the C4, my competitor's car
These niggaz runnin 'round talkin 'bout they better moi
When I'm done all that's gon' be left is ya head and ya bra
I'm ahead of the pack, and I'm ahead of the game
And I put yo' head on a platter you put some on my name
Bitch I'm the shit, see the that I done left on the track?
And I sayin no names but I left the best on they back
And ain't sayin no names so I gotta say it myself
I'm finger fuckin this game so you gotta play with
Don't pull a K off the shelf, or a strap out the stash
I gotta draw the pistol, I will chop at yo' ass
I let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the
Call the coppers to me and they'll just tell you to drop it
I'll find you sooner or later, and can't do shit to stop it
Got that thang and pop it like a bubble on the double
I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the
We ain't wishin these good luck, go get a clover
Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is over

I]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)

[Joe
Look at ya man back at me, yeah I know, sickenin huh?
Few got a Porsche only two doors, need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different
Started as a drive-by, as a hit-and-run
me in the streets, let it be properly when you greet
Fuck lookin for me, I'm on your property if beef
Not for robbery of ya piece, lobomomy with my peeps
That comraderie is usually sodomy for the
'Less my critics put a lens on them, so I could through it
Shut the fuck up, probably mean that you too to do it
We'd see two pennies to name, yet you so saucy
When I fix this you can (Thank Me Later) for it, no Aubrey
my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't me shit
Found out the reason hate me is my God-like presence, must be athiest
While all of the frauds in rap is talkin put a fork in that
Slaughter's back, listen nigga I got all across the map
Even got a Boston pad, got bitch from Boston bad
Well put her in a move, but I heard she got that (Boston Crab)
Batteries in back, go by what he say
need you to know that it's no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go DJ
So you know that blindfold's for
That bloodshed's a secret, let's keep it closed doors

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
Who you said was dope
Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin us, nobody fuckin with us
Who you said was hot
Ay ay, it ain't nobody with us, nobody fuckin with us
Who you say could again?
Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, fuckin with us
Who you say was again?
Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody with us

I]
I'm the and the future
Like in 2012 I'm the present in the future, an executive producer
You will never get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic
Mess me and I'll definitely shoot ya
I'ma do's ya like I'm the Yakuza
Die hard like I'm sexin with Medusa, do somethin
Born thuggin, I don't fuck the cock
hang down my pant leg, balls tucked in my socks
I ain't gotta act to get a couple of props
nigga raised hisself, I don't know what's up with my pops
Do I think I'm the dopest, in I do
Make you your whole style like you're datin Erykah Badu
of Ferragamo shoes, I will stomp you
I'm fucked up, like the relationship between and Jews
I'm this instrumental, like a wrinkly old bitch
I'm the kick and snare, make 'em pick they own switch
I'm smarter than computers that know how to fix they own
I'll leave you face down, like chicks who lick they own
And from this day forward, Crooked is aging
Gettin younger and fresher, puttin bums some pressure
Yes sir! Watch the next Slaughterhouse
Every line is powder, I ain't talkin 'bout talcum
I am than "The Biggest Losers" cruisin in a Smart car
alkie, the flask on the armoire
I'm from the home of the most popular bomb
Most proper, hoes with my partners who top seed
Po' vodka, we gon' pop in the calm breeze
No copper can stop a COB star - I'm a
Dumpin my cigar out on top of the palm trees
Chrome chopper, if I squeeze you on the concrete
You talk about the paper? Oh let's do it
Batter syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it
Still gettin out-of-town so don't confuse it
the hip-hop cops nah, it's only music
And haters eavesdroppin on "The Bar Exam"
Probably in your trunk now dependin on car I ram