Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

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

I was raised in the T-L-E
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
19Th and yes LeBorda, was hard
was the car I wanted
And I got that seven-seven with the trues and straps
I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't
to compete, with my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass
Laid down the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
Carload of freaks with the butts
I to cruise around Seward Park
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
for freaks to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted
In them days boy you had to be
Just to keep motherfuckers from
Now punks wanna run up
With a double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm packin a 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 real up in the Northwest, deal nigga
So don't step to the 2-oh-6 to kick up dust
Or you might get floored, sucka, get fucked up, think it
is from the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, gotta get paid
Mickey D's payin 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 rollin the C.D
A lot of niggaz get me
I see a in front of Garfield, I swoop around the block
Gang of niggaz yellin out, Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I 'em? Naw, I gotta love 'em
They think my is big, and I'm tryin to be above 'em
Huh, but to the I'm just another coon
paid for a little bit of boon
So even though a lot of niggaz shit
I'm down for the Northwest when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give Seattle and 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 fo'-do'
And my homeboy Critical in the back
the bat to smack back all packs who try to jack me
Just because I'm in a
A-M-G
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dealer
But I'm more like a dope deal
I rap deals, not drug deals
Handin out contracts like
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin
And Ricardo got the papers on the
And I'm 'em, just like that
No sluts so my pockets fat
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but didn't
Huh, Seattle wasn't bullshittin
Huh, nigga this is my town, you talkin
Punks tryin to tell me where I from
Who the fuck you talkin to,
Need to shut the hell up, Seattle Tacoma
Shit, you was a young lil' rudy motherfucker
'Fore you picked up a nine
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, women on my collar

Yo' nigga is back
Huh, who you callin fool?
I was puttin caps in clowns when you was 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 else, and jumpin on a pile
But another subject, gettin back to the hood
Me and my boys is up to no
A big of cars, rollin deep through 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 in front of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed bus, and they figured that they could trust us
Six in a line and the girls was fine
I had 'The Wicked playin on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Rolls roaster
Miami Vice tried to get 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 EQ, old forty ounce drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Ness and Glen Boyd
P.O.S., Brothers of the Mind
L.S.R., High
Eightball? Kazzy 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 Seatown and