Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Fucking With Us

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

I]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)

[Joe
Look at ya man look back at me, yeah I know, 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, ended as a
me in the streets, let it be properly when you greet
Fuck lookin for me, I'm on your property if it's
Not for robbery of ya piece, it's with my peeps
That comraderie is usually for the beat
my critics put a lens on them, so I could look through it
Shut the fuck up, probably mean that you too to do it
We'd see two to your name, yet you so saucy
When I fix this you can (Thank Me Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my 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 hate me is my God-like presence, must be athiest
all of the frauds in rap is talkin swag put a fork in that
Slaughter's back, nigga I got houses all across the map
Even got a Boston pad, got this bitch from bad
Well put her in a wrestlin move, but I heard she got (Boston Crab)
Batteries in your back, go by he say
Just need you to that it's no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go DJ
So you know what that for
That bloodshed's a secret, let's keep it behind closed

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

I]
I'm the and the future
Like Christmas in 2012 I'm the in the future, an executive producer
You will never get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic
with me and I'll definitely shoot ya
I'ma do's ya I'm reppin the Yakuza
Die hard I'm sexin with Medusa, do somethin nigga
Born thuggin, I fuck with the cock
Nuts hang my pant leg, balls tucked in my socks
I ain't gotta act tough to get a 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
Make you switch whole style like you're datin Erykah Badu
Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I will you
I'm fucked up, like the relationship between and Jews
I'm this instrumental, like a wrinkly 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
I'll leave you face down, chicks who lick they own tits
And this day forward, Crooked is aging backwards
Gettin younger and fresher, puttin under some pressure
Yes sir! Watch the Slaughterhouse album
Every line is powder, I ain't talkin 'bout talcum
I am tighter "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 a COB star - I'm a giant
Dumpin my ashes out on top of the palm trees
Chrome chopper, if I you drop on the concrete
You wanna talk the paper? Oh let's do it
Batter syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it
gettin out-of-town paper so don't confuse it
Tell the hip-hop cops nah, only music
And haters steady on "The Bar Exam"
Probably in trunk now dependin on what car I ram