Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got bustin ass marks out here
Claimin some motherfuckin place they ain't never
Huh,
Boy is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N, clown
Forever,
Yeah, and from the motherfuckin' heart
So if you ain't witcha hometown, step off punk
Mix, tell fakes what the deal is

I was raised in the S-E-A-double
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
19Th and yes LeBorda, was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got that seven-seven Coupe with the trues and
I couldn't no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
Tryin to compete, my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, sedan
down with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
full of freaks with the butts
I to cruise around Seward Park
Flip the funky eighty-one, and La
for freaks to be G'd
Most mini-skirts please
In them boy you had to be pimpin
Just to keep motherfuckers from
Now punks wanna run up
With a double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of tried to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

It ain't but the real up in the Northwest, real deal nigga
So step to the 2-oh-6 tryin to kick up dust
Or you get floored, sucka, get fucked up, think about it
is from the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers get paid
Mickey D's ain't no way
So they take to the streets gats
And they'll put 'em on ya like that
So I'm undercover, I'm rollin through the C.D
A lot of niggaz get me
I see a freak in of Garfield, I swoop around the block
Gang of yellin out, 'Fuck Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I love 'em
think my head is big, and I'm tryin to be above 'em
Huh, but to the masses I'm just coon
Gettin for a little bit of boon
So even though a lot of talk shit
I'm still down for the Northwest I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give Seattle and much play
So here's a shot to the Nation
And the young Kid Sensation
I forget Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the of Seattle
Yeah,
Pointe, dippin fo'-do' rides
And my homeboy Critical in the back
the bat to smack back all packs who try to jack me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
A-M-G
The cops say a dope dealer
But I'm more like a deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug
Handin out like meals
The Cartel, I own the motherfuckin label
And got the papers on the table
And I'm signin 'em, like that
No sluts so my pockets fat
A lot of clowns tried to take town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't
Huh, nigga this is my town, what you
Punks to tell me where I come from
Who the fuck you to, clown?
Need to shut the hell up, Seattle strong
Shit, you was a young rudy poot motherfucker
you picked up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, ass nigga

Let's take a to the South end, we go West
Hit Ave and bust left
I'm in a funky-ass Gambala
No bitches, women on my collar

Yo' nigga is back
Huh, who you sellout fool?
I was caps in clowns when you was still in school
But I not to talk about that
So many crews now, I'd rather kick back
So I my own style
Fuck bitin somebody else, and on a pile
But that's another subject, back to the hood
Me and my boys is up to no
A big line of cars, deep through the South End
Made a on Henderson
Clowns shit in the Southshore parkin lot
Critical is beggin to box
But we keep on goin because down the
A bunch of freaks in front of Reinert Beach, was at US
They missed bus, and they figured that they could trust us
Six in a line and the girls was fine
I had 'The Wicked One' playin on my
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari
And a Rolls roaster
Miami Vice tried to get this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, cause ain't bullshittin

Yeah I whassup to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, across the whassup LX?
Bookie, P, MC Fury
The EQ, old forty ounce drinkin A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Nasty Ness and Glen
P.O.S., of the Same Mind
L.S.R., Performance
Whassup Eightball? Kazzy D, in Black
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy with the on the 'zoid freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ and my boy AR-10
Everybody in Seatown and