Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

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

I was in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
and yes LeBorda, pimpin was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got that seven-seven Coupe the trues and straps
I roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
Tryin to compete, my homies in the C.D
my plan, funky-ass sedan
Laid down with the vogues, in my hand
Hair all up
Carload full of with the butts
I used to around Seward Park
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
mini-skirts wanted please
In days boy you had to be pimpin
Just to keep from trippin
Now punks wanna run up
With a nine double-M, is you
I'm packin a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but they
Huh, cause Seattle bullshittin

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
is from the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got gangs? yeah, brothers gotta get paid
D's ain't payin no way
So they take to the streets 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 freak in front of Garfield, I swoop around the
Gang of niggaz yellin out, 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 another coon
Gettin 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 and Tacoma much play
So here's a to the Criminal Nation
And the young brother Kid
I can't forget Maharaji and the Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin rides
And my homeboy Critical Mass in the
With the bat to back all packs who try to jack me
Just because I'm in a
Droptop
The say Mix-A-Lot's a dope dealer
But I'm more like a dope sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug
Handin out like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the label
And Ricardo got the on the table
And I'm signin 'em, like that
No sluts so my stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to take this but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't
Huh, nigga is my town, what you talkin
Punks to tell 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

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

Yo' nigga is again
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was puttin in clowns when you was still in school
But I not to talk about that
So many gangsta crews now, I'd rather kick
So I my own style
Fuck bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a
But that's another subject, gettin to the hood
Me and my boys is up to no
A big line of cars, rollin through the South End
Made a left on
talkin shit in the Southshore parkin lot
Critical is beggin to box
But we on goin because down the streets
A bunch of in front of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and they figured that they 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 roaster
Miami Vice tried to get with this, but they
Huh-huh, Seattle ain't bullshittin

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