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 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 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, 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 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.

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