Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

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

I was in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
19Th and yes LeBorda, pimpin was
Caddillac was the car I
And I got seven-seven Coupe with the trues and straps
I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't
to compete, with my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass
Laid down with the vogues, in my hand
all whipped up
Carload of freaks with the butts
I to cruise around Seward Park
the funky eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted
In days boy you had to be pimpin
Just to keep motherfuckers from
Now punks run up pokin
a nine double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm packin a son
is what I run
A lot of tried 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 to the 2-oh-6 tryin to kick up dust
Or you get floored, sucka, get fucked up, think about it
This is from the Attitude

Do we got Hell yeah, brothers gotta 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, I'm rollin through the C.D
A lot of wanna get me
I see a freak in front of Garfield, I swoop around the
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 masses I'm just coon
Gettin paid for a little bit of
So even though a lot of niggaz talk
I'm still down for the 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 brother Kid
I forget Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
And the brothers 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 I'm in a S-E-C
A-M-G
The cops say a dope dealer
But I'm more like a dope sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug
Handin out contracts meals
The Cartel, I own the motherfuckin label
And got the papers on the table
And I'm signin 'em, just like
No sluts so my pockets fat
A lot of clowns to take this 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 fuck you to, clown?
Need to shut the hell up, Seattle strong
Shit, you was a young lil' poot motherfucker
you picked up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass

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

Yo' is back again
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was puttin caps in when you was still in school
But I choose not to talk that
So gangsta crews now, I'd rather kick back
So I drop my own
Fuck somebody else, and jumpin on a pile
But another subject, gettin back to the hood
Me and my boys is up to no
A big line of cars, rollin deep the South End
Made a on Henderson
talkin shit in the Southshore parkin lot
Critical is beggin to box
But we on goin because down the streets
A bunch of freaks in of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and they figured they could trust us
Six cars in a line and the was fine
I had 'The Wicked playin on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Rolls roaster
Miami Vice tried to get with this, but they
Huh-huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

Yeah I wanna 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
Nasty Ness and Glen
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 the hookup on the 'zoid freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ and my boy AR-10
Everybody in Seatown and