Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

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

I was raised in the S-E-A-double
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
19Th and yes LeBorda, was hard
was the car I wanted
And I got that seven-seven Coupe with the and straps
I roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
to compete, with my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass
down with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
Carload full of 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
a nine double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm packin a son
is what I run
A lot of clowns to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't

It ain't but the real up in the Northwest, real deal nigga
So don't step to the 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? yeah, brothers gotta get paid
Mickey D's payin no way
So they take to the streets with
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 around the
of niggaz yellin 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
paid for a little bit of boon
So though a lot of niggaz talk shit
I'm still down for the Northwest 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 can't forget and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, fo'-do' rides
And my homeboy Critical 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 more like a deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug
out contracts like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin
And Ricardo got the on the table
And I'm 'em, just like that
No sluts so my stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin
Huh, nigga this is my town, you talkin
Punks tryin to me where I come from
Who the fuck you talkin to,
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, ass nigga

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

Yo' nigga is again
Huh, who you sellout fool?
I was puttin caps in clowns when you was still in
But I choose not to talk about
So many gangsta crews now, I'd kick back
So I drop my own
bitin somebody else, and jumpin 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, rollin deep through the End
Made a left on
Clowns talkin shit in the Southshore lot
Critical is beggin to box
But we on goin because down the streets
A bunch of freaks in front of Reinert Beach, was at US
They that bus, and they figured that they could trust us
Six cars in a and the girls was fine
I had 'The Wicked playin on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari
And a Rolls Royce
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, across the water LX?
Bookie, P, MC Fury
The Group EQ, old ounce drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Nasty Ness and Glen
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 with the hookup on the 'zoid freak
Bubba, DJ and my boy AR-10
in Seatown and T-Town