Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got bustin ass marks out here
Claimin some motherfuckin place they ain't never
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 hometown, step off punk
Mix, tell these fakes the deal is

I was raised in the S-E-A-double
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
and yes LeBorda, pimpin was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got seven-seven 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, money in my
Hair all up
Carload full of freaks the butts
I used to cruise around Park
Flip the funky eighty-one, and La
for freaks to be G'd
Most wanted please
In them days boy you had to be
to keep motherfuckers from trippin
Now punks run up pokin
a nine double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm packin a son
is what I run
A lot of clowns tried to this town but they didn't
Huh, Seattle wasn't 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 might get floored, sucka, get fucked up, think it
is from the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers gotta get
Mickey D's ain't no way
So they take to the with gats
And they'll put 'em on ya just that
So I'm undercover, I'm rollin through the C.D
A lot of niggaz get me
I see a freak in of Garfield, I swoop around the block
Gang of niggaz yellin out, Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I 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 a lot of niggaz talk shit
I'm still down for the Northwest I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give Seattle and Tacoma much
So here's a shot to the Criminal
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 rides
And my homeboy Critical in the back
With the bat to smack back all who try to jack me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
A-M-G
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope
But I'm like a dope deal sealer
I rap deals, not drug deals
out contracts like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin
And got the papers on the table
And I'm signin 'em, just like
No so my pockets stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to this town but they didn't
Huh, Seattle wasn't bullshittin
Huh, this is my town, what you talkin
Punks tryin to me where I come from
Who the fuck you talkin to,
Need to shut the hell up, Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young lil' rudy poot
you picked up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, ass nigga

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

Yo' nigga is again
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was puttin caps in clowns when you was still in
But I not to talk about that
So many gangsta crews now, I'd rather kick
So I drop my own
bitin somebody 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
Made a 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
missed that bus, and they figured that they could trust us
Six cars in a and the girls was fine
I had 'The Wicked One' playin on my
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Rolls Royce
Miami Vice tried to get with this, but they
Huh-huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

Yeah I wanna whassup to my DJ
My boy Strange, the water whassup LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The Group EQ, old forty drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Ness and Glen Boyd
P.O.S., of the Same Mind
L.S.R., Performance
Whassup Kazzy D, Villains 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