Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got some bustin ass marks out
Claimin some 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 witcha hometown, step off punk
Mix, these fakes what the deal is

I was in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
Seattle, born in the C.D.
19Th and yes LeBorda, was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got that seven-seven Coupe the trues and straps
I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't
Tryin to compete, my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, sedan
Laid down with the vogues, in my hand
Hair all up
Carload of freaks with the butts
I used to cruise around Park
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
for freaks to be G'd
Most mini-skirts please
In days boy you had to be pimpin
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 tried to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't

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

Do we got Hell yeah, brothers gotta get paid
D's ain't payin no way
So they to the streets with gats
And they'll put 'em on ya like that
So I'm undercover, when I'm rollin 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 Naw, I gotta love 'em
They my head is big, and I'm tryin to be above 'em
Huh, but to the I'm just another coon
Gettin paid for a little bit of
So even though a lot of talk shit
I'm still for the Northwest when I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I give and Tacoma much play
So here's a to the Criminal Nation
And the brother Kid Sensation
I forget Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
And the brothers to the West of Seattle
Yeah,
Pointe, dippin fo'-do' rides
And my homeboy Critical in the back
With the bat to smack back all packs who try to me
Just because I'm in a
A-M-G
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope
But I'm more like a dope deal
I rap deals, not drug deals
Handin out contracts like
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin
And Ricardo got the papers on the
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, cause wasn't bullshittin
Huh, nigga this is my town, you talkin
Punks tryin to me where I come from
Who the you talkin to, clown?
Need to the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a young lil' rudy poot
'Fore you picked up a nine
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass

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

Yo' nigga is again
Huh, who you callin fool?
I was caps in clowns when you was still in school
But I choose not to about that
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 subject, gettin back to the hood
Me and my is up to no good
A big of cars, rollin deep through the South End
a left on Henderson
Clowns talkin shit in the Southshore lot
Critical Mass is to box
But we keep on goin because down the
A bunch of in front of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and they figured that could trust us
Six cars in a line and the was fine
I had 'The One' playin on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari
And a Royce roaster
Miami Vice to get with this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

I wanna whassup to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, across the water LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The EQ, old forty ounce drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Nasty Ness and Boyd
P.O.S., Brothers of the Same
L.S.R., Performance
Whassup Eightball? D, Villains in Black
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy the hookup on the 'zoid freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ Skill and my boy
in Seatown and T-Town