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 seen
Huh,
Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N,
Forever,
Yeah, and from the motherfuckin' heart
So if you ain't down witcha hometown, off punk
Mix, tell fakes what the deal is

I was raised in the S-E-A-double
Seattle, born in the C.D.
19Th and yes LeBorda, pimpin was
was the car I wanted
And I got seven-seven 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, sedan
Laid down with the vogues, in my hand
Hair all up
Carload full of with the butts
I used to cruise Seward Park
Flip the funky eighty-one, and La
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
a nine double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm a HK-91 son
is what I run
A lot of clowns to take this town but they didn't
Huh, Seattle wasn't bullshittin

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

Do we got gangs? yeah, brothers gotta get paid
Mickey D's payin no way
So take to the streets with gats
And put 'em on ya just like that
So I'm undercover, when I'm rollin the C.D
A lot of niggaz get me
I see a freak in front of Garfield, I swoop 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 just another
Gettin paid for a little bit of
So even though a lot of niggaz talk
I'm still for the Northwest when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give and Tacoma much play
So here's a shot to the Criminal
And the young Kid Sensation
I can't forget Maharaji and the Attitude
And the hardcore to the West of Seattle
Yeah,
Pointe, dippin fo'-do' rides
And my homeboy Critical Mass in the
With the bat to smack all packs who try to jack me
because I'm in a S-E-C
Droptop
The cops say a dope dealer
But I'm more a dope deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug
out contracts like meals
The Cartel, I own the motherfuckin label
And got the papers on the table
And I'm 'em, just like that
No so my pockets stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to take town but they didn't
Huh, Seattle wasn't bullshittin
Huh, this is my town, what you talkin
Punks tryin to me where I come from
Who the you talkin to, clown?
Need to shut the up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young rudy poot motherfucker
'Fore you up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass

Let's take a trip to the end, we go West
Hit Reinert Ave and bust
I'm in a funky-ass Porsche
No bitches, just on my collar

Yo' nigga is again
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was puttin caps in clowns you was still in school
But I not to talk about that
So many gangsta crews now, I'd rather back
So I drop my own
Fuck bitin somebody else, and on a pile
But that's another subject, gettin back to the
Me and my is up to no good
A big of cars, rollin deep through the South End
Made a on Henderson
Clowns talkin shit in the parkin lot
Mass is beggin to box
But we keep on because down the streets
A bunch of in front of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed bus, and they figured that they could trust us
Six cars in a and the girls was fine
I had Wicked One' 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, Seattle ain't bullshittin

Yeah I wanna whassup to my DJ
My boy Strange, the water whassup LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The Group EQ, old ounce drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. and willin
Nasty and Glen Boyd
P.O.S., Brothers of the Same
L.S.R., High
Whassup Eightball? Kazzy D, in Black
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy with the hookup on the freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ Skill and my boy
Everybody in and T-Town