Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Fucking With Us

B]
Let's get it like transmission 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 these niggaz, call 'em
Got my mind right, right, ready for war
And I got the C4, under my car
These niggaz 'round talkin 'bout they better than 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 platter you put shit on my name
I'm the shit, see the stains that I done left on the track?
And I ain't sayin no names but I left the on they back
And they ain't sayin no names so I say it myself
I'm fuckin this game so you gotta play with yourself
pull a K off the shelf, or pull a strap out the stash
I gotta draw the pistol, I will chop at yo' ass
I just let the hands of God on you fast
you mashed like potatoes on the top of the grass
Call the coppers to catch me and just 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 trouble in the flesh, you can't see me the Hubble
We ain't wishin niggaz 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 look back at me, I know, sickenin huh?
Few got a Porsche with two doors, need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by, ended as a
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 lobomomy my peeps
comraderie is usually sodomy for the beat
'Less my put a lens on them, so I could look through it
Shut the fuck up, probably that you too shook to do it
see two pennies to your 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, future's bright, stars is by my head, shit
me sick, what you eat don't make me shit
Found out the reason they hate me is my 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 houses all 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 need you to know that it's no lee-way, and the are turned, go DJ
So you know what that for
That bloodshed's a secret, let's keep it closed doors

Royce Da 5'9"]
Who you was dope again?
Ay, it nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us
Who you was hot again?
Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, fuckin with us
Who you say could again?
Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin us, nobody fuckin 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 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 ya like I'm reppin the Yakuza
Die like I'm sexin with Medusa, do somethin nigga
Born thuggin, I don't with the cock
Nuts down my pant leg, balls tucked in my socks
I ain't gotta act to get a couple of props
Little raised hisself, I don't know what's up with my pops
Do I I'm the dopest, in America? I do
Make you switch your whole style like you're Erykah Badu
Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I stomp you
I'm fucked up, the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews
I'm spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old
I'm whippin the kick and snare, 'em pick they own switch
I'm smarter than computers that how to fix they own glitch
leave you face down, like chicks who lick they own tits
And from day forward, Crooked is aging backwards
Gettin and fresher, puttin bums under some pressure
Yes sir! the next Slaughterhouse album
line is white powder, I ain't talkin 'bout talcum
I am tighter than "The Biggest Losers" cruisin in a car
Distinguished alkie, the on the armoire
I'm from the of the most popular bomb weed
proper, hoes rock with my partners who top seed
Po' vodka, we bottle pop in the calm breeze
No copper can stop a COB - I'm a giant
Dumpin my cigar ashes out on top of the trees
Chrome chopper, if I squeeze you drop on the
You wanna talk the paper? Oh let's do it
Batter syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it
Still gettin out-of-town paper so don't it
Tell the hip-hop cops nah, it's music
And haters eavesdroppin on "The Bar Exam"
in your trunk now dependin on what car I ram