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 from the heart
So if you ain't witcha hometown, step off punk
Mix, tell these what the deal is

I was raised in the S-E-A-double
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 easy
to compete, with my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass
Laid down the vogues, money in my hand
all whipped up
Carload of freaks with the butts
I used to cruise around Seward
the funky eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted
In them boy you had to be pimpin
to keep motherfuckers from trippin
Now wanna run up pokin
With a nine double-M, is you
Cause I'm a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but didn't
Huh, Seattle wasn't bullshittin

It ain't nothin but the 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, think it
This is the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers get paid
Mickey D's payin no way
So they take to the streets gats
And they'll put 'em on ya like that
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 niggaz yellin out, Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I gotta '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 bit of boon
So even though a lot of niggaz talk
I'm still down for the when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give and Tacoma much play
So here's a shot to the Nation
And the brother Kid Sensation
I forget Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin rides
And my homeboy Critical Mass in the
With the bat to smack back all who try to jack me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
A-M-G
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 meals
The Cartel, I own the motherfuckin label
And Ricardo got the on the table
And I'm signin 'em, like that
No sluts so my pockets fat
A lot of clowns tried to take this but they didn't
Huh, Seattle wasn't bullshittin
Huh, nigga this is my town, what you
Punks tryin to tell me where I from
Who the you talkin to, clown?
to shut the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young lil' rudy poot
'Fore you picked up a nine
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, ass nigga

Let's take a trip to the South end, we go
Hit Ave and bust left
I'm in a funky-ass Porsche
No bitches, just women on my

Yo' nigga is again
Huh, who you sellout 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 my own style
Fuck bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a
But that's another subject, back to the hood
Me and my boys is up to no
A big line of cars, deep through the South End
Made a left on
Clowns talkin shit in the Southshore lot
Critical is beggin to box
But we keep on because down the streets
A bunch of freaks in front of Beach, was lookin at US
They missed bus, and they figured that they could trust us
Six cars in a line and the girls was
I had 'The Wicked One' playin on my
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari
And a Royce roaster
Miami Vice tried to get this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, cause Seattle ain't

Yeah I whassup to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, across the water LX?
Bookie, P, MC Fury
The Group EQ, old forty drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Ness and Glen 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
in Seatown and T-Town