Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

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

I was in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
Seattle, born in the C.D.
and yes LeBorda, pimpin was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got that Coupe with the trues and straps
I couldn't no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
to compete, with my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass
down with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
Carload full of freaks the butts
I used to cruise Seward Park
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
for freaks to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted
In days boy you had to be pimpin
to keep motherfuckers from trippin
Now punks run up pokin
With a nine double-M, is you
Cause I'm packin a son
is what I run
A lot of clowns tried to take town but they didn't
Huh, cause wasn't bullshittin

It ain't but the real 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, gotta get paid
Mickey D's payin no way
So take to the streets with 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 in front of Garfield, I swoop around the block
Gang of niggaz yellin out, Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I love 'em
They think my head is big, and I'm to be above 'em
Huh, but to the masses I'm another coon
Gettin paid for a bit of boon
So even a lot of niggaz talk shit
I'm still for the Northwest when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I Seattle and Tacoma much play
So here's a shot to the Criminal
And the young brother Kid
I can't Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the West of
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin rides
And my homeboy Critical Mass in the
With the bat to smack back all packs who try to me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
Droptop
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 contracts meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin
And Ricardo got the papers on the
And I'm signin 'em, like that
No sluts so my pockets fat
A lot of clowns tried to this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin
Huh, this is my town, what you talkin
Punks tryin to tell me I come from
Who the you talkin to, clown?
Need to shut the up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a lil' rudy poot motherfucker
'Fore you picked up a millimete
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 Porsche
No bitches, just women on my

Yo' is back again
Huh, who you callin fool?
I was puttin caps in clowns you was still in school
But I choose not to about that
So many gangsta now, I'd rather kick back
So I my own style
bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a pile
But that's another subject, back to the hood
Me and my is up to no good
A big of cars, rollin deep through the South End
a left on Henderson
Clowns shit in the Southshore parkin lot
Mass 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 figured that 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 Rolls Royce
Miami Vice tried to get with this, but they
Huh-huh, cause Seattle ain't

Yeah I wanna to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, across the whassup LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The EQ, old forty ounce drinkin A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Ness and Glen Boyd
P.O.S., Brothers of the Same
L.S.R., High
Whassup Eightball? D, Villains in Black
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy with the hookup on the 'zoid freak
Bubba, DJ and my boy AR-10
in Seatown and T-Town