Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got bustin ass marks out here
Claimin some motherfuckin place ain't never seen
Huh,
Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N,
Forever,
Yeah, and that's from the motherfuckin'
So if you ain't down witcha hometown, off punk
Mix, these fakes what the deal is

I was raised in the S-E-A-double
Seattle, born in the C.D.
19Th and yes LeBorda, was hard
was the car I wanted
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, sedan
Laid down with the vogues, in my hand
all whipped up
Carload full of with the butts
I used to cruise around Seward
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
mini-skirts wanted please
In them boy you had to be pimpin
Just to keep motherfuckers from
Now wanna run up pokin
a nine double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but they
Huh, cause wasn't bullshittin

It ain't nothin but the real up in the Northwest, deal nigga
So don't step to the 2-oh-6 tryin to up dust
Or you get floored, sucka, get fucked up, think about it
This is the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got gangs? yeah, brothers gotta get paid
D's ain't payin no way
So they take to the streets gats
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 front of Garfield, I swoop the block
Gang of niggaz out, 'Fuck Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I gotta 'em
They think my head is big, and I'm to be above 'em
Huh, but to the masses I'm just coon
Gettin paid for a little bit of
So though a lot of niggaz talk shit
I'm still down for the when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give Seattle and Tacoma play
So here's a shot to the Nation
And the brother Kid Sensation
I can't forget Maharaji and the Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the West of
Yeah,
High Pointe, fo'-do' rides
And my Critical Mass in the back
With the bat to smack back all packs who try to me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
Droptop
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope
But I'm like a dope deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not deals
Handin out like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the label
And Ricardo got the on the table
And I'm signin 'em, just like
No sluts so my stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but they
Huh, Seattle wasn't bullshittin
Huh, nigga this is my town, what you
Punks tryin to tell me I come from
Who the you talkin to, clown?
Need to the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young lil' rudy poot
'Fore you up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass

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

Yo' nigga is again
Huh, who you callin fool?
I was puttin in clowns when you was still in school
But I choose not to talk that
So gangsta crews now, I'd rather kick back
So I drop my own
Fuck bitin somebody else, and on a pile
But that's another subject, gettin to the hood
Me and my is up to no good
A big line of cars, deep through the South End
Made a left on
Clowns shit in the Southshore parkin lot
Mass is beggin to box
But we keep on because down the streets
A bunch of in front 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 was fine
I had 'The Wicked One' playin on my
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Rolls Royce
Vice tried to get with this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, cause ain't bullshittin

I wanna whassup to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, the water whassup LX?
Bookie, P, MC Fury
The Group EQ, old forty drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. and willin
Nasty Ness and Boyd
P.O.S., of the Same Mind
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 and my boy AR-10
Everybody in and T-Town