Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

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

I was in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
and yes LeBorda, pimpin was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got that seven-seven Coupe the trues and straps
I couldn't no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
Tryin to compete, with my in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass
Laid down with the vogues, in my hand
all whipped up
Carload full of freaks the butts
I used to cruise around Seward
Flip the funky eighty-one, and La
Lookin for to be G'd
Most wanted please
In them boy you had to be pimpin
Just to keep motherfuckers trippin
Now punks run up pokin
With a double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm packin a son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

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

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers gotta get
Mickey D's payin no way
So they take to the with gats
And put 'em on ya just 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 gotta 'em
think my head is big, and I'm tryin to be above 'em
Huh, but to the masses I'm just another
Gettin paid for a little bit of
So even a lot of niggaz talk shit
I'm still down for the when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give Seattle and much play
So here's a shot to the Criminal
And the brother Kid Sensation
I can't forget and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore to the West of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, fo'-do' rides
And my homeboy Mass 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 Mix-A-Lot's a dope
But I'm more like a dope deal
I rap deals, not drug deals
Handin out like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin
And Ricardo got the on the table
And I'm signin 'em, like that
No so my pockets stay fat
A lot of clowns to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause wasn't bullshittin
Huh, nigga is my town, what you talkin
Punks tryin to tell me where I from
Who the fuck you talkin to,
Need to shut the up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young lil' poot motherfucker
'Fore you picked up a nine
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass

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

Yo' nigga is back
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was puttin caps in clowns when you was still in
But I choose not to about that
So many crews now, I'd rather kick back
So I my own style
Fuck bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a
But another subject, gettin back to the hood
Me and my boys is up to no
A big line of cars, rollin deep through the End
a left on Henderson
Clowns talkin shit in the parkin lot
Critical is beggin to box
But we keep on because down the streets
A of freaks in front of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and they figured they could trust us
Six in a line and the girls was fine
I had 'The Wicked playin on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari
And a Royce roaster
Miami Vice to get with this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, Seattle 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
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. and willin
Nasty and Glen Boyd
P.O.S., Brothers of the Mind
L.S.R., Performance
Eightball? Kazzy D, Villains in Black
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy the hookup on the 'zoid freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ Skill and my boy
in Seatown and T-Town