Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got some 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 down 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
and yes LeBorda, pimpin was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got that seven-seven Coupe the trues and straps
I roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
Tryin to compete, my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, sedan
Laid down the vogues, money in my hand
all whipped up
Carload full of with the butts
I used to cruise around Park
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted
In them days boy you had to be
Just to keep from trippin
Now punks wanna run up
With a double-M, is you jokin?
I'm packin a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't

It ain't but the real up in the Northwest, real deal nigga
So don't step to the 2-oh-6 tryin to up dust
Or you might get floored, sucka, get fucked up, think 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 with gats
And they'll put 'em on ya just like
So I'm undercover, when I'm through the C.D
A lot of niggaz get me
I see a freak in front of Garfield, I around the block
Gang of yellin out, 'Fuck Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I love 'em
They think my head is big, and I'm tryin to be 'em
Huh, but to the masses I'm another coon
paid for a little bit of boon
So though a lot of niggaz talk shit
I'm still for the Northwest when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give Seattle and Tacoma much
So here's a to the Criminal Nation
And the young Kid Sensation
I can't Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the West of
Yeah,
Pointe, dippin fo'-do' rides
And my Critical Mass in the back
With the bat to smack back all who try to jack me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
Droptop
The say Mix-A-Lot's a dope dealer
But I'm like a dope deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug
out contracts like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin
And Ricardo got the papers on the
And I'm signin 'em, just 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
tryin to tell me where I come from
Who the fuck you talkin to,
Need to the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young rudy poot motherfucker
you picked up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass

Let's take a trip to the South end, we go
Hit Reinert Ave and left
I'm in a Porsche Gambala
No bitches, just women on my

Yo' is back again
Huh, who you sellout fool?
I was puttin caps in when you was still in school
But I choose not to about that
So many gangsta crews now, I'd rather back
So I drop my own
bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a pile
But that's another subject, gettin to the hood
Me and my is up to no good
A big of cars, rollin deep through the South End
Made a left on
Clowns talkin shit in the Southshore lot
Critical Mass is to box
But we keep on because down the streets
A bunch of freaks in front of Reinert Beach, was at US
They missed that bus, and figured that they could trust us
Six cars in a and the girls was fine
I had 'The Wicked playin on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Rolls roaster
Miami Vice to get with this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

I wanna whassup to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, the water whassup LX?
Bookie, P, MC Fury
The Group EQ, old forty drinkin A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. and willin
Ness and Glen Boyd
P.O.S., Brothers of the Same
L.S.R., Performance
Whassup Eightball? Kazzy D, in Black
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy the hookup on the 'zoid freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ and my boy AR-10
Everybody in and T-Town