Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Fucking With Us

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

I]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)

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

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

I]
I'm the and the future
Like Christmas in 2012 I'm the in the future, an executive producer
You never get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic loser
Mess me and I'll definitely shoot ya
do's ya like I'm reppin the Yakuza
Die hard like I'm sexin with Medusa, do somethin
Born thuggin, I don't fuck the cock
Nuts down my pant leg, balls tucked in my socks
I ain't gotta act to get a couple of props
Little nigga raised hisself, I don't know what's up my pops
Do I I'm the dopest, in America? I do
Make you switch your whole style like datin Erykah Badu
Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I stomp you
I'm fucked up, the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews
I'm spankin instrumental, like a wrinkly old bitch
I'm whippin the kick and snare, make 'em pick they own
I'm smarter than computers know how to fix they own glitch
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 under some pressure
Yes sir! the next Slaughterhouse album
Every line is white powder, I ain't talkin talcum
I am than "The Biggest Losers" cruisin in a Smart car
Distinguished alkie, the on the armoire
I'm from the home of the most popular weed
Most proper, hoes rock with my partners who top
Po' vodka, we bottle pop in the calm breeze
No copper can stop a COB - I'm a giant
Dumpin my ashes out on top of the palm trees
chopper, if I squeeze you drop on the concrete
You wanna talk about the paper? Oh do it
pocket syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it
Still gettin paper so don't confuse it
Tell the hip-hop cops nah, it's music
And steady eavesdroppin on "The Bar Exam"
Probably in your trunk now dependin on car I ram