Luyện nghe bài hát Shit On You

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[Speaking] 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 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. Mother fuckers. You hear me? I know I didn't get back to you. You dissed me a 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.

Rapping] Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't slick
Somewhere in between a and punch you diss
I was like "Huh? What the fuck is
"Why the fuck this lame nigga trying to with this?"
You just real wreckless, you dissed the King
Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the
Crawl you walk, don't be caught without your gat
Somebody should taught you how to talk before you rap
I know about how you gotta get walked through your
Niggas to teach you how to talkall through your verse
The streets and the magazines still your verse
On your verse niggas look at their watch and reverse
I'm realism, as far as a fat nigga that raps and rapes kids
I don't see the (shit on you)
You do front, me you
You told the truth like "I'm a compulsive liar"
niggas, take offense to the line
All in my when I'm mentioning mine
Yo it's on, better tell "stick to the rhyme"
You run and get Swift when I get to the nine
It be Wall Street, y'all and Slum V
But nope, you to rhyme like Young Z
You was a clown in school, the only nigga on stage in a
Now the World is you
Sherriff of the rap, arresting the big fat
That got a jump in the to rap
Nigga, this mic, you ain't doing it right
You called yourself an idiot, I'm just proving right
This is strong over the weak, long over deceased
And me doing you wrong your beat
You speak when you see me, but you talk the
Fucking clown, smile nigga, your nose
You looking at it like I'm making a big deal
But nigga that's I do, I make big deals
Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they brow
And watch the little split the pie five ways
Nigga go play, matter fact, up
I am six bigger, and my book's kept up
a rap boy band, and you're testing me now?
Y'all a with one star, like Destiny's Child
Fuck that, no nigga, how can I
to a group with dudes, who's easily replaced
I erase 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
Fans up to y'all like, "which one is you?"
You're the fat one, tell them your name
You'll tell a joke whenever too, that's game
Who cares if you've been on tour, you come off (shit)
Nigga all you do is run on and run off
One cannon? that's strange
'Cause the only in the crew
Was planted, wherever standing
I speak to Em and Proof, I'm speaking love
They're my niggas, y'all is niggas keeping a grudge
I don't give a fuck nigga, you can beat up with
And if you want beef, fuck it you can meet up with
I shit on you... (fat fucker)