Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got some bustin ass marks out
Claimin some motherfuckin place they ain't never
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, step off
Mix, tell these fakes 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 that Coupe with the trues and straps
I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't
Tryin to compete, my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, sedan
Laid down with the vogues, money in my
all whipped up
Carload of freaks with the butts
I used to cruise around Park
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
for freaks to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted
In them 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 packin a son
is what I run
A lot of clowns tried to take 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 tryin to kick up dust
Or you might get floored, sucka, get fucked up, about it
is from the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers gotta get
Mickey D's payin no way
So they take to the streets with
And they'll put 'em on ya just like
So I'm undercover, when I'm rollin the C.D
A lot of wanna get me
I see a freak in of Garfield, I swoop around the block
of niggaz yellin out, 'Fuck Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I 'em? Naw, I gotta love 'em
They think my is big, and I'm tryin to be above 'em
Huh, but to the masses I'm just another
Gettin 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 Seattle and Tacoma much play
So here's a shot to the Criminal
And the brother Kid Sensation
I can't forget Maharaji and the Attitude
And the hardcore brothers to the of Seattle
Yeah,
Pointe, dippin fo'-do' rides
And my homeboy Mass in the back
With the bat to back all packs who try to jack me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
A-M-G
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope
But I'm more like a dope deal
I sell rap deals, not deals
Handin out like meals
The Cartel, I own the motherfuckin label
And got the papers on the table
And I'm signin 'em, just that
No so my pockets stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin
Huh, nigga this is my town, what you
Punks tryin to me where I come from
Who the you talkin to, clown?
Need to the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a lil' rudy poot motherfucker
'Fore you picked up a millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, ass nigga

take a trip to the South end, we go West
Hit Reinert Ave and left
I'm in a funky-ass Porsche
No bitches, women on my collar

Yo' nigga is back
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was caps in clowns when you was still in school
But I choose not to talk that
So many gangsta crews now, I'd kick back
So I my own style
bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a pile
But that's another subject, gettin back to the
Me and my is up to no good
A big line of cars, rollin through the South End
a left on Henderson
Clowns talkin shit in the parkin lot
Critical is beggin to box
But we keep on because down the streets
A bunch of freaks in of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
missed that bus, and they 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 Ferrari
And a Rolls Royce
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, across the whassup LX?
Bookie, P, MC Fury
The Group EQ, old forty drinkin A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Nasty Ness and Glen
P.O.S., Brothers of the Mind
L.S.R., Performance
Whassup Eightball? Kazzy D, Villains in
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy with the on the 'zoid freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ and my boy AR-10
Everybody in Seatown and