Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got some 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 from the motherfuckin' heart
So if you ain't down hometown, step off punk
Mix, tell fakes what the deal is

I was raised in the T-L-E
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
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
to compete, with my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, sedan
Laid with the vogues, money in my hand
all whipped up
Carload of freaks with the butts
I used to cruise Seward Park
Flip the funky eighty-one, and La
Lookin for to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted
In them boy you had to be pimpin
to keep motherfuckers from trippin
Now wanna run up pokin
With a nine double-M, is you
I'm packin a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't

It ain't nothin but the real up in the Northwest, real nigga
So don't step to the tryin to kick up dust
Or you might get floored, sucka, get fucked up, about it
This is from the Adjustor

Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers get paid
D's ain't payin no way
So they take to the with gats
And they'll put 'em on ya just like
So I'm undercover, I'm rollin through the C.D
A lot of niggaz get me
I see a in front 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 masses I'm another coon
Gettin paid for a bit of boon
So even though a lot of 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 Nation
And the young Kid Sensation
I can't forget Maharaji and the Adjustor
And the hardcore to the West of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin fo'-do'
And my homeboy Mass 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 say Mix-A-Lot's a dope dealer
But I'm more like a dope deal
I sell rap deals, not deals
Handin out like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin
And got the papers on the table
And I'm signin 'em, like that
No so my pockets stay fat
A lot of clowns to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin
Huh, nigga is my town, what you talkin
Punks to tell me where I come from
Who the fuck you to, clown?
Need to shut the hell up, Seattle strong
Shit, you was a young lil' rudy motherfucker
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 funky-ass Gambala
No bitches, just on my collar

Yo' is back again
Huh, who you callin fool?
I was puttin caps in clowns when you was still in
But I choose not to talk that
So many gangsta now, I'd rather kick back
So I drop my own
Fuck bitin else, and jumpin 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 through the End
a left on Henderson
Clowns talkin shit in the Southshore lot
Critical is beggin to box
But we keep on because down the streets
A bunch of in front of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and they that they could trust us
Six cars in a line and the was fine
I had 'The Wicked One' playin on my
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari
And a Rolls roaster
Miami Vice to get with this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, cause Seattle ain't

Yeah I wanna to my DJ Punish?
My boy Strange, across the water LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The Group EQ, old forty drinkin A.D
Dangerous
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Nasty and Glen Boyd
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 and my boy AR-10
Everybody in and T-Town