Luyện nghe bài hát Shit On You

Yo, is a J-Dawg exclusive.

Yeah, I'm speaking on behalf of Royce the 5'9, and the rest of Wall Street. Me and my boys are tired of chicken shit bastards like those D12 bitches. Don't get me wrong now, Eminem and Proof, those are my boys, we can get down anytime of the day. But that fat bastard Bizarre!? He's going to get himself a good ol' country ass whooping. Let me tell ya, Royce the 5'9 is kinda pissed at Bizarre because, this chicken shit bastard, goes around getting on mix tapes with the crew... then he wants to turn around and diss somebody!? Isn't that a bitch!? Hell I don't know, this guy might even get his damn ass whooped. If I was him I'd stay indoors. Boy I tell ya, this mother fucker, he wants to go around dissing Royce the 5'9; then turn around and call him up, so he can get a goddamn spot on the Rock City remix! (hahahaha) Ain't that a bitch!? (ha... what the fuck?!)

[Royce Speaking] Yeah yeah, no offence to my true niggas, y'all know who we all are, this is personal. fuckers. You hear me? I know I didn't get back to you. You dissed me a while ago. I just caught it, I couldn't understand what your fat ass was saying. It's all good, I'm home. It's time for us to talk to each other... nigga.

[Royce Rapping] Yo yo, I you on DJ Butter, you ain't slick
Somewhere in between a s-st-stutter and you diss
I was like "Huh? What the fuck is
"Why the fuck this nigga trying to fuck with this?"
You just talking real wreckless, you the King
Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the
Crawl before you walk, don't be caught without gat
should have taught you how to talk before you rap
I know about how you gotta get walked through your
Niggas trying to teach you how to talkall through your
The and the magazines still knockin' your verse
On your verse niggas look at their watch and reverse
I'm about realism, as far as a fat nigga that raps and rapes
I see the vision (shit on you)
You do front, me you
You the truth once like "I'm a compulsive liar"
Insecure niggas, take offense to the
All in my shit I'm mentioning mine
Yo it's on, better tell "stick to the rhyme"
You better run and get Swift when I get to the
It be Wall Street, y'all and Slum V
But nope, you want to rhyme Young Z
You was a clown in school, the nigga on stage in a costume
Now the World is you
of the rap, arresting the big fat bear
That got a in the character to rap
Nigga, gimme this mic, you doing it right
You called an idiot, I'm just proving yourself right
This is strong over the weak, long career over
And me doing you wrong over beat
You when you see me, but you talk the flow
Fucking clown, nigga, honk your nose
You probably looking at it I'm making a big deal
But nigga what I do, I make big deals
a chunk of the budget, and keep they brow raised
And watch the little split the pie five ways
Nigga go play, matter fact, up
I am six figures bigger, and my kept up
Y'all a rap boy band, and you're testing me
Y'all a group with one star, like Child
that, no nigga, how can I relate
to a group with dudes, who's easily replaced
I erase niggas they talk backwards
I call and have him write you off on his taxes
I'm a solo artist, you just one of the
Fans coming up to like, "which one is you?"
You're the fat one, them that's your name
You'll tell a joke whenever too, your game
Who if you've been on tour, you don't come off (shit)
all you do is run on stage and run off
One cannon? that's strange
'Cause the cannon in the crew
Was planted, wherever standing
I speak to Em and Proof, I'm with love
They're my niggas, y'all is sissy keeping a grudge
I don't give a fuck nigga, you can up with gloves
And if you want beef, it you can meet up with Bugz
I on you... (fat mother fucker)