Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Loud Ain't Saying Nothin'

[ bushwick ]
Say d and ak, those muthafuckas are down at the mall protestin aginst us, man
[ d ]
!
[ ]
Man, you bullshittin, man
[ bill ]
Yo, this's on the deuce, the one
I bullshit you not, my
I in there, seen muthafuckin picket signs and shit
Sayin 'ban the geto boys', we're a bad influence on kids
How the they gon' do that?
I'm about two shakes of a rattlesnake off they ass
[ d ]
time to get dead on they ass...

[ verse 1: bill ]
You goddamn parents are
Gimme some of that you been sniffin
You don't want your kids to hear songs of nature
But you take em to the movies to watch
Fuck that 'land of shit
I don't need to sell a damn hit
I say what I want, I want, how I want
Try to stop me, get fuckin ass stomped
Call me a bad guy, but in
you muthafuckas curse worse than me
You rabble-ass, I it, you goddamn hypocrite
I hidin shit, so suck my dick
You mama relate, cause her mind is weak
Fuck that shit she every week
You contradict yourself in phrase
Do you a stupid-ass parent that's always

(talkin loud, sayin nothin) --> james
(yeah)

(hey silly willy, let me talk, let me say
Let me say somethin, let me talk)

Yeah man, we pumpin it up on the
I'm to get me a benz next month
I got the money for it now
But I'm waitin on rico to bring me this ki,

[ 2: willie d ]
Nigga, do I like a goddamn sucker?
You say clockin, you'se a lyin muthafucka
Kickin that shit about you're waitin to
But evertime I see ass you're waitin on metro
I stand a lyin-ass nigga
Try to be hard, but sweeter than sugar
Told the boys you shot a cop to
But muthafucka, you was down for auto theft
Say you ran shit, you had to drink?
Nigga, you was on a punk tank
out another nigga's drawers
And getttin fucked up your doo-doo
So give me that bullshit story
Pussy muthafucka, I they took your commissary
What the are you, a man or a mouse?
(man) well, why the fuck you another nigga's house?
nigga, yeah the word got back
I wouldn'ta busted ass, but you tried to high-cap
You're like pinocchio, get a lie straight
Say you're scorin ki's you're fuckin with 8ths
Boy

(talkin loud, nothin)
(yeah)

What the fuck you doin talkin to nigga?
(ah boy, I - I went to with him
my friend!)

[ verse 3: d ]
Hoe, shut up, pissiin me off
I'm bout to you in your goddamn mouth
Have you forgotten my
I'm a geto boy (we stand contradiction)
Hoe, you got a head a goddamn rock
Is your muthafuckin washed?
the other day I had a heartfelt blow
And I had to ya just to find ya, hoe
thing I dislike is your funky-ass friends
Bitch, who fuckin, me or them?
You're the hoes all afternoon
And when it's for me, all your time is consumed
But fuck that shit, take off my and my flack
And you owe me 250 for the contacts
You say you me, but you keep fuckin up
Dumb bitch, you ain't doin but

(talkin loud, nothin)
(yeah)