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 from the biggest bitches to smallest haters
I'm 'bout to these 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 all that's gon' be left bitch is ya head and ya bra
Bitch I'm of the pack, and I'm ahead of the game
And I put yo' on a platter you put some shit on my name
Bitch I'm the shit, see the stains that I done left on the
And I ain't sayin no names but I left the best on back
And they ain't sayin no so I gotta say it myself
I'm finger this game so you gotta play with yourself
Don't pull a K off the shelf, or pull a strap out the
I ain't gotta draw the pistol, I will at yo' ass
I let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed 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 to stop it
Got that 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 niggaz 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, I know, sickenin huh?
Few got a Porsche only two doors, need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, styles, different sums
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 your property if it's
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, probably mean that you too to do it
We'd see two pennies to name, yet you so saucy
When I fix game you can (Thank Me Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, shit
Make me sick, you eat don't make me shit
Found out the reason they hate me is my God-like presence, 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
got a Boston pad, got this bitch from Boston 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 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 was dope again?
Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody with us
Who you was hot again?
Ay ay, it ain't fuckin with 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 nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us

I]
I'm the present and the
Like Christmas in 2012 I'm the present in the future, an executive
You will never get to choose ya cause you a pessimistic loser
Mess with me and I'll shoot ya
I'ma do's ya like I'm the Yakuza
Die hard I'm sexin with Medusa, do somethin nigga
Born thuggin, I fuck with the cock
Nuts down my pant leg, balls tucked in my socks
I ain't act tough to get a couple of props
Little nigga raised hisself, I don't know up with my pops
Do I I'm the dopest, in America? I do
Make you your whole style like you're datin Erykah Badu
of Ferragamo shoes, I will stomp you
I'm up, like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews
I'm spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old
I'm whippin the kick and snare, make 'em pick they own
I'm smarter than computers that know how to fix own glitch
I'll leave you face down, like chicks who lick own tits
And from day forward, Crooked is aging backwards
younger and fresher, puttin bums under some pressure
Yes sir! Watch the Slaughterhouse album
line is white powder, I ain't talkin 'bout talcum
I am than "The Biggest Losers" cruisin in a Smart car
Distinguished alkie, the flask on the
I'm from the home of the popular bomb weed
Most proper, hoes rock my partners who top seed
Po' vodka, we gon' bottle pop in the calm
No can stop a COB star - I'm a giant
my cigar ashes out on top of the palm 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
gettin out-of-town paper so don't confuse it
Tell the cops nah, it's only music
And steady eavesdroppin on "The Bar Exam"
Probably in your trunk now on what car I ram