Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got some ass marks out here
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 the motherfuckin' heart
So if you ain't witcha hometown, step off punk
Mix, these fakes 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
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
Tryin to compete, my homies in the C.D
my plan, funky-ass sedan
Laid down the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
Carload full of freaks the butts
I used to cruise Seward Park
the funky eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
mini-skirts wanted please
In days boy you had to be pimpin
to keep motherfuckers from trippin
Now punks wanna run up
With a double-M, is you jokin?
I'm packin a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns tried to take town but they didn't
Huh, cause wasn't bullshittin

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 might get floored, sucka, get fucked up, about it
is from the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers get paid
Mickey D's payin 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 niggaz get me
I see a freak in of Garfield, I swoop around the block
Gang of yellin out, 'Fuck Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I love 'em
They my head is big, and I'm tryin to be above 'em
Huh, but to the masses I'm just another
paid for a little bit of boon
So even a lot of niggaz 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 brother Kid Sensation
I can't forget Maharaji and the Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin fo'-do'
And my homeboy Mass in the back
the bat to smack 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 like a dope deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug
Handin out contracts meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the label
And got the papers on the table
And I'm signin 'em, just that
No sluts so my stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't
Huh, nigga this is my town, what you
Punks tryin to me where I come from
Who the you talkin to, clown?
Need to shut the hell up, Seattle Tacoma
Shit, you was a young rudy poot motherfucker
'Fore you picked up a nine
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, ass nigga

Let's a trip to the South 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 back
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was puttin caps in clowns you was still in school
But I choose not to talk about
So many gangsta crews now, I'd rather kick
So I drop my own
bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a pile
But that's another subject, back to the hood
Me and my is up to no good
A big line of cars, rollin deep through the End
Made a left on
Clowns talkin in the Southshore parkin lot
Mass is beggin to box
But we keep on goin because the streets
A bunch of freaks in front of Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and they that they could trust us
Six cars in a line and the was fine
I had 'The Wicked One' on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Royce roaster
Miami Vice to get with this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, Seattle ain't bullshittin

Yeah I wanna to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, across the whassup LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The Group EQ, old forty ounce A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. and willin
Nasty Ness and Boyd
P.O.S., Brothers of the Mind
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 Skill and my boy
Everybody in and T-Town