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 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.

[Royce Rapping] Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you slick
Somewhere in between a s-st-stutter and punch you
I was like "Huh? What the is this?
"Why the fuck this lame trying to fuck with this?"
You just talking real wreckless, you dissed the
Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the
Crawl before you walk, don't be caught your gat
Somebody should have you how to talk before you rap
I about how you gotta get walked through your verse
Niggas to teach you how to talkall through your verse
The and the magazines still knockin' your verse
On verse niggas just look at their watch and reverse
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 told the truth once "I'm a compulsive liar"
Insecure niggas, take offense to the
All in my shit I'm mentioning mine
Yo on, better tell Vaun "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 want to rhyme Young 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 in the character to rap
Nigga, gimme mic, you ain't doing it right
You yourself an idiot, I'm just proving yourself right
This is strong the weak, long career over deceased
And me doing you wrong over your
You speak when you see me, but you the flow
Fucking clown, smile nigga, honk nose
You probably looking at it like I'm making a big
But nigga that's I do, I make big deals
Take a chunk of the budget, and they brow raised
And watch the little people split the pie five
go play, matter fact, catch up
I am six bigger, and my book's kept up
a rap boy band, and you're testing me now?
Y'all a group with one star, like Child
Fuck that, no nigga, how can I
to a group with four dudes, easily replaced
I erase when they talk backwards
I call Paul and have him write you off on his
I'm a artist, you just one of the crew
coming up to y'all like, "which one is you?"
You're the fat one, tell them your name
You'll tell a whenever too, that's your game
Who cares if been on tour, you don't come off (shit)
all you do is run on stage and run off
One loose cannon? strange
'Cause the cannon in the crew
Was planted, Proof's standing
I speak to Em and Proof, I'm with love
They're my niggas, y'all is sissy niggas a grudge
I don't a fuck nigga, you can beat up with gloves
And if you beef, fuck it you can meet up with Bugz
I shit on you... (fat fucker)