Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Fucking With Us

B]
Let's get it started transmission and alternators
Got the keys in the cage for who you call the greatest
Takin 'em down from the biggest bitches to smallest
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 they better than moi
When I'm all that's 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 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 they ain't sayin no names so I say it myself
I'm finger fuckin this game so you play with yourself
pull a K off the shelf, or pull a strap out the stash
I ain't gotta draw the pistol, I chop at yo' ass
I just let the of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the
the coppers to catch me and they'll just tell you to drop it
I'll find you sooner or later, and they can't do shit to it
Got that thang and I'ma pop it a bubble on the double
I am in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble
We wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is

I]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)

[Joe
Look at ya man look at me, yeah I know, sickenin huh?
Few got a Porsche with two doors, need to upgrade cause you missin some
We got two different bills, different styles, different sums
as a drive-by, ended as a hit-and-run
Stop me in the streets, let it be when you greet
Fuck for me, I'm on your property if it's beef
Not for robbery of ya piece, it's with my peeps
comraderie is usually sodomy for the beat
'Less my critics put a on them, so I could look through it
Shut the fuck up, mean that you too shook to do it
see two pennies to your name, yet you so saucy
When I fix game you can (Thank Me Later) for it, no Aubrey
my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby
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 swag put a fork in
Slaughter's back, listen nigga I got all across the map
Even got a pad, got this bitch from Boston bad
Well put her in a move, but I heard she got that (Boston Crab)
in your back, go by what he say
Just need you to know that no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go DJ
So you what that blindfold's for
That bloodshed's a secret, let's keep it behind closed

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

I]
I'm the present and the
Like Christmas in 2012 I'm the present in the future, an producer
You will get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic loser
with me and I'll definitely shoot ya
I'ma do's ya like I'm the Yakuza
Die like I'm sexin with Medusa, do somethin nigga
Born thuggin, I don't with the cock
Nuts hang down my pant leg, balls in my socks
I gotta act tough to get a couple of props
Little nigga hisself, I don't know what's up with my pops
Do I I'm the dopest, in America? I do
you switch your whole style like you're datin Erykah Badu
Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I will you
I'm fucked up, like the relationship between Farrakhan and
I'm spankin this instrumental, like a old bitch
I'm whippin the kick and snare, make 'em pick own switch
I'm smarter than that know how to fix they own glitch
leave you face down, like chicks who lick they own tits
And from this day forward, is aging backwards
Gettin younger and fresher, puttin bums under some
Yes sir! Watch the Slaughterhouse album
Every line is powder, I ain't talkin 'bout talcum
I am tighter than "The Biggest Losers" cruisin in a car
alkie, the flask on the armoire
I'm from the home of the most popular weed
Most proper, hoes rock my partners who top seed
Po' vodka, we bottle pop in the calm breeze
No can stop a COB star - I'm a giant
Dumpin my cigar ashes out on top of the trees
chopper, if I squeeze you drop on the concrete
You talk about the paper? Oh let's do it
Batter 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 haters steady on "The Bar Exam"
Probably in your trunk now dependin on car I ram