Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got bustin ass marks out here
Claimin some motherfuckin place ain't never seen
Huh,
Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N,
Forever,
Yeah, and that's the motherfuckin' heart
So if you down witcha hometown, step off punk
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, pimpin was
was the car I wanted
And I got that seven-seven Coupe with the trues and
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
down with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
Carload full of freaks the butts
I used to cruise around Seward
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
mini-skirts wanted please
In them boy you had to be pimpin
Just to keep motherfuckers trippin
Now punks run up pokin
With a double-M, is you jokin?
I'm packin a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns tried to this town but they didn't
Huh, cause wasn't bullshittin

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

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, gotta get paid
Mickey D's ain't no way
So they take to the streets with
And put 'em on ya just like that
So I'm undercover, I'm rollin through the C.D
A lot of niggaz get me
I see a freak in front of Garfield, I swoop the block
Gang of niggaz yellin out, Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I 'em? 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 another
Gettin paid for a bit of boon
So even though a lot of niggaz shit
I'm still down for the when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give Seattle and Tacoma play
So a shot to the Criminal Nation
And the young brother Kid
I can't forget and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore to the West of Seattle
Yeah,
Pointe, dippin fo'-do' rides
And my homeboy Critical Mass in the
the bat to smack back all packs who try to jack me
Just because I'm in a
Droptop
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope
But I'm more like a dope deal
I sell rap deals, not deals
Handin out contracts meals
The Cartel, I own the motherfuckin label
And Ricardo got the on the table
And I'm signin 'em, just that
No so my pockets stay fat
A lot of tried to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin
Huh, nigga this is my town, what you
Punks tryin to tell me I come from
Who the you talkin to, clown?
to shut the hell 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

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 again
Huh, who you sellout fool?
I was caps in clowns when you was still in school
But I choose not to talk about
So many gangsta now, I'd rather kick back
So I drop my own
Fuck bitin somebody else, and on a pile
But that's another subject, gettin back to the
Me and my is up to no good
A big line of cars, rollin deep the South End
Made a left on
Clowns talkin shit in the Southshore lot
Mass is beggin to box
But we keep on goin because the streets
A bunch of freaks in of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and figured that they could trust us
Six cars in a and the girls was fine
I had 'The Wicked One' on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Testarossa
And a Royce roaster
Miami Vice tried to get with this, but they
Huh-huh, Seattle ain't bullshittin

I wanna whassup to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, across the water LX?
Bookie, P, MC Fury
The EQ, old forty ounce drinkin A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Nasty Ness and Glen
P.O.S., Brothers of the 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 'zoid freak
Bubba, DJ Skill and my boy
Everybody in and T-Town