Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got bustin ass marks out here
Claimin 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 witcha hometown, off punk
Mix, these fakes what the deal is

I was raised in the T-L-E
Seattle, born in the C.D.
19Th and yes LeBorda, was hard
was the car I wanted
And I got that seven-seven Coupe the trues and straps
I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't
Tryin to compete, with my in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass
Laid with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
full of freaks with the butts
I used to cruise around Park
the funky eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
Most wanted please
In them days boy you had to be
to keep motherfuckers from trippin
Now wanna run up pokin
a nine double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm a HK-91 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 step to the 2-oh-6 tryin to up dust
Or you might get floored, sucka, get up, think about it
This is from the Adjustor

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers gotta get
D's ain't payin no way
So they take to the 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
of niggaz 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 another coon
paid for a little bit of boon
So even though a lot of talk shit
I'm still down for the Northwest I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give Seattle and Tacoma much
So a shot to the Criminal Nation
And the young Kid Sensation
I can't forget Maharaji and the Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the West of
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin rides
And my Critical Mass in the back
With the bat to smack all packs who try to jack me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
Droptop
The say Mix-A-Lot's a dope dealer
But I'm more a dope deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not deals
Handin out contracts like
The Cartel, I own the motherfuckin label
And Ricardo got the papers on the
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, cause Seattle bullshittin
Huh, nigga this is my town, you talkin
Punks tryin to tell me I come from
Who the fuck you talkin to,
Need to shut the hell up, Seattle Tacoma
Shit, you was a young lil' rudy poot
you picked 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 Gambala
No bitches, just on my collar

Yo' nigga is again
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was puttin caps in clowns when you was still in
But I choose not to talk that
So many crews now, I'd rather kick back
So I my own style
bitin somebody else, and jumpin 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 deep the South End
a left on Henderson
Clowns talkin shit in the parkin lot
Critical Mass is to box
But we on goin because down the streets
A bunch of freaks in front of Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and they figured that could trust us
Six in a line and the girls was fine
I had 'The Wicked One' on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Rolls roaster
Miami tried to get with this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, cause Seattle ain't

Yeah I wanna whassup to my DJ
My boy Strange, across the whassup LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The Group EQ, old ounce drinkin A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Nasty and Glen Boyd
P.O.S., of the Same 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 hookup on the 'zoid coordinator
Bubba, DJ Skill and my boy
Everybody in and T-Town