Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

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

I was raised in the T-L-E
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
19Th and yes LeBorda, pimpin was
was the car I wanted
And I got that Coupe with the trues and straps
I roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
to compete, with my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass
Laid down the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
Carload full of with the butts
I used to cruise around Seward
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
mini-skirts wanted please
In them boy you had to be pimpin
Just to keep motherfuckers from
Now punks run up pokin
With a nine double-M, is you
I'm packin a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns tried to take this but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

It ain't but the real up in the Northwest, real deal nigga
So don't step to the tryin to kick up dust
Or you might get floored, sucka, get fucked up, think it
This is the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, gotta get paid
Mickey D's payin no way
So they to the streets with gats
And they'll put 'em on ya like that
So I'm undercover, when I'm through the C.D
A lot of wanna get me
I see a freak in of Garfield, I swoop around the block
Gang of niggaz yellin out, Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate Naw, I gotta love 'em
They think my head is big, and I'm tryin to be 'em
Huh, but to the I'm just another coon
Gettin for a little bit of boon
So even though a lot of niggaz shit
I'm still down for the Northwest I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give and Tacoma much play
So here's a shot to the Nation
And the young brother Kid
I forget Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore to the West of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin rides
And my Critical Mass in the back
With the bat to smack back all who try to jack me
Just because I'm in a
Droptop
The cops say a dope dealer
But I'm more like a deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not deals
Handin out contracts like
The Cartel, I own the motherfuckin label
And Ricardo got the on the table
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 this is my town, what you
Punks tryin to tell me where I from
Who the fuck you talkin to,
to shut the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young lil' rudy motherfucker
'Fore you up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, ass nigga

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' is back again
Huh, who you callin fool?
I was caps in clowns when you was still in school
But I choose not to about that
So many gangsta crews now, I'd kick back
So I drop my own
Fuck bitin somebody else, and on a pile
But that's subject, gettin back to the hood
Me and my boys is up to no
A big line of cars, rollin through the South End
a left on Henderson
Clowns talkin shit in the Southshore lot
Critical Mass is to box
But we keep on goin because 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 line and the girls was
I had 'The Wicked One' on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Rolls roaster
Vice tried to get with this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

I wanna whassup to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, across the whassup LX?
Bookie, P, MC Fury
The Group EQ, old ounce drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. and willin
Nasty Ness and Boyd
P.O.S., of the Same Mind
L.S.R., High
Eightball? Kazzy 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 Skill and my boy
Everybody in and T-Town