Luyện nghe bài hát Shit On You

Yo, is a J-Dawg exclusive.

[Speaking] Yeah, I'm speaking on behalf of Royce the 5'9, and the rest of Wall Street. Me and my 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 who we all are, this is personal. Mother 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 heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't
in between a s-st-stutter and punch you diss
I was like "Huh? What the fuck is
"Why the this lame nigga trying to fuck with this?"
You just talking real wreckless, you the King
Get your off my necklace, kiss the ring
before you walk, don't be caught without your gat
Somebody have taught you how to talk before you rap
I know about how you get walked through your verse
Niggas trying to teach you how to talkall your verse
The streets and the magazines knockin' your verse
On your verse niggas just look at their watch and
I'm about realism, as far as a fat nigga that and rapes kids
I don't see the (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 when I'm mentioning
Yo it's on, tell Vaun "stick to the rhyme"
You better run and get when I get to the nine
It be Wall Street, y'all and Slum V
But nope, you want to rhyme like Z
You was a clown in school, the only on stage in a costume
Now the is clowning you
of the rap, arresting the big fat bear
That got a jump in the to rap
Nigga, gimme this mic, you ain't it right
You called yourself an idiot, I'm just proving yourself
This is strong over the weak, long career deceased
And me doing you wrong your beat
You speak you see me, but you talk the flow
Fucking clown, nigga, honk your nose
You probably at it like I'm making a big deal
But nigga that's what I do, I make big
Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they raised
And the little people split the pie five ways
Nigga go play, matter fact, up
I am six figures bigger, and my book's up
a rap boy band, and you're testing me now?
Y'all a group with one star, like Child
that, no nigga, how can I relate
to a group with four dudes, who's easily
I niggas when they talk backwards
I call Paul and him write you off on his taxes
I'm a solo artist, you one of the crew
coming up to y'all like, "which one is you?"
You're the fat one, tell them that's name
You'll tell a whenever too, that's your game
Who cares if you've on tour, you don't come off (shit)
Nigga all you do is run on and run off
One loose cannon? that's
the only cannon in the crew
Was planted, wherever Proof's
I speak to Em and Proof, I'm speaking love
my niggas, y'all is sissy niggas keeping a grudge
I don't a fuck nigga, you can beat up with gloves
And if you want beef, fuck it you can meet up with
I on you... (fat mother fucker)