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 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. 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 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 "Huh? What the fuck is this?
"Why the fuck this lame nigga to fuck 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 your gat
Somebody should 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 your verse
The streets and the magazines 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 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 to the line
All in my shit when I'm mentioning
Yo it's on, better Vaun "stick to the rhyme"
You better run and get Swift I get to the nine
It be Wall Street, y'all and Slum V
But nope, you want to like Young Z
You was a clown in school, the only nigga on stage in a
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 called yourself an idiot, I'm proving yourself right
is strong over the weak, long career over deceased
And me doing you wrong over beat
You speak when you see me, but you talk the
Fucking clown, smile nigga, honk your
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 watch the little people split the pie five
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?
Y'all a group one star, like Destiny's Child
that, no nigga, how can I relate
to a group with four dudes, who's replaced
I erase when they talk backwards
I call Paul and have him 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, tell them that's your
You'll a joke 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? 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 niggas keeping a grudge
I don't give a fuck nigga, you can beat up with
And if you beef, fuck it you can meet up with Bugz
I shit on you... (fat fucker)