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

I was raised in the T-L-E
Seattle, born in the C.D.
19Th and yes LeBorda, was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got that Coupe with the trues and straps
I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it easy
Tryin to compete, my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, sedan
down with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
Carload full of freaks the butts
I used to cruise around Park
the funky eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
Most mini-skirts please
In days boy you had to be pimpin
Just to keep from trippin
Now punks wanna run up
With a nine double-M, is you
Cause I'm packin a son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

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

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, gotta 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, when I'm rollin the C.D
A lot of wanna get me
I see a freak in front of Garfield, I around the block
Gang of niggaz out, 'Fuck Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate Naw, I gotta love '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 bit of boon
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 much
So a shot to the Criminal Nation
And the young brother Kid
I can't Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore to the West of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, fo'-do' rides
And my homeboy Mass in the back
With the bat to smack 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 sell rap deals, not drug
out contracts like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the 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 town but they
Huh, Seattle wasn't bullshittin
Huh, nigga is my town, what you talkin
Punks tryin to tell me I come from
Who the fuck you talkin to,
to shut the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young rudy poot motherfucker
'Fore you up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, ass nigga

Let's a trip to the South end, we go West
Hit Reinert Ave and left
I'm in a Porsche Gambala
No bitches, just women on my

Yo' nigga is again
Huh, who you sellout fool?
I was puttin in clowns when you was still in school
But I choose not to about that
So many gangsta crews now, I'd rather 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 line of cars, rollin deep through the End
Made a left on
Clowns talkin shit in the Southshore lot
Mass is beggin to box
But we on goin because down the streets
A bunch of in front of Reinert 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 playin on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari
And a Rolls roaster
Miami Vice tried to get with this, but didn't
Huh-huh, Seattle ain't bullshittin

Yeah I whassup to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, across the water LX?
Bookie, P, MC Fury
The Group EQ, old ounce drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. and willin
Nasty Ness and Glen
P.O.S., Brothers of the Mind
L.S.R., Performance
Whassup Eightball? Kazzy D, in Black
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy with the hookup on the 'zoid freak
Bubba, DJ and my boy AR-10
Everybody in Seatown and