Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got some bustin ass marks out
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 witcha hometown, step off punk
Mix, tell fakes 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
was the car I wanted
And I got that seven-seven Coupe with the trues and
I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it easy
Tryin to compete, with my in the C.D
Here's my plan, sedan
down with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
Carload full of freaks with the
I used to cruise Seward Park
Flip the funky eighty-one, and La
for freaks to be G'd
Most wanted please
In them boy you had to be pimpin
Just to keep motherfuckers trippin
Now wanna run up pokin
a nine double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm packin a son
is what I run
A lot of clowns to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't

It ain't nothin but the real up in the Northwest, real deal
So step to the 2-oh-6 tryin to kick 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
Mickey D's ain't no way
So they to the streets with gats
And they'll put 'em on ya just that
So I'm undercover, when I'm through 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 gotta 'em
They think my is big, and I'm tryin to be above 'em
Huh, but to the masses I'm just another
Gettin paid for a little bit of
So though a lot of niggaz talk shit
I'm down for the Northwest when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give Seattle and Tacoma much
So here's a shot to the Nation
And the young brother Kid
I can't forget and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin fo'-do'
And my homeboy Critical Mass in the
With the bat to smack back all packs who try to me
because I'm in a S-E-C
Droptop
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dealer
But I'm more like a dope sealer
I rap deals, not drug deals
Handin out contracts meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin
And got the papers on the table
And I'm 'em, just like that
No so my pockets stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to this town but they didn't
Huh, cause wasn't bullshittin
Huh, nigga this is my town, what you
tryin to tell me where I come from
Who the you talkin to, clown?
Need to shut the hell up, Seattle strong
Shit, you was a young lil' rudy poot
you picked up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, ass nigga

Let's take a to the South end, we go West
Hit Reinert Ave and left
I'm in a funky-ass Porsche
No bitches, just 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 drop my own
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, rollin through the South End
Made a left on
Clowns talkin shit in the Southshore lot
Critical Mass is to box
But we keep on goin down the streets
A of freaks in front of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and they figured they could trust us
Six in a line and the girls was fine
I had 'The One' playin on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Rolls roaster
Miami Vice tried to get with this, but didn't
Huh-huh, Seattle ain't bullshittin

I wanna whassup to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, the water whassup LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The Group EQ, old forty drinkin A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Nasty Ness and Boyd
P.O.S., Brothers of the Same
L.S.R., High
Whassup Eightball? Kazzy D, in Black
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy with the on the 'zoid freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ Skill and my boy
Everybody in Seatown and