Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

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

I was raised in the S-E-A-double
Seattle, born in the C.D.
19Th and yes LeBorda, was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got that seven-seven Coupe with the and straps
I couldn't no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
Tryin to compete, my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, sedan
Laid down with the vogues, money in my
all whipped up
Carload full of freaks the butts
I used to cruise around Park
Flip the 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 punks wanna run up
With a double-M, is you jokin?
I'm packin a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of tried to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

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

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers get paid
Mickey D's ain't no way
So they take to the with gats
And put 'em on ya just like 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
Gang of 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 another coon
paid for a little bit of boon
So even a lot of niggaz talk shit
I'm still down for the Northwest I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I Seattle and Tacoma much play
So here's a shot to the Nation
And the brother Kid Sensation
I can't forget and the Attitude Adjustor
And the brothers to the West of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin fo'-do'
And my Critical Mass in the back
the bat to smack back all packs who try to jack me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
Droptop
The cops say a dope dealer
But I'm like a dope deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug
Handin out like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the label
And Ricardo got the papers on the
And I'm signin 'em, like that
No sluts so my stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin
Huh, nigga is my town, what you talkin
Punks tryin to tell me where I from
Who the fuck you to, clown?
Need to shut the up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young lil' poot motherfucker
'Fore you up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass

Let's take a 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 back
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was puttin caps in when you was still in school
But I choose not to talk about
So many gangsta crews now, I'd rather kick
So I drop my own
Fuck bitin somebody else, and on a pile
But that's another subject, back 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 talkin shit in the parkin lot
Mass is beggin to box
But we keep on because down the streets
A bunch of freaks in of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
missed that 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 Ferrari
And a Royce roaster
Miami Vice tried to get with this, but didn't
Huh-huh, Seattle ain't bullshittin

Yeah I wanna whassup to my DJ
My boy Strange, the water whassup LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The Group EQ, old forty ounce A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. and willin
Nasty Ness and Glen
P.O.S., of the Same 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 freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ Skill and my boy
in Seatown and T-Town