Luyện nghe bài hát There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix

C'mon, yeah, c'mon
I got this side right
this side right there
C'mon do
Bus c'mon
C'mon stayin'

Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw
If you ain't with it crotch 'til it break your jaw
For to knock us
Tryin' to kill or stop us, our propers
Busta Bus, they fakin', the is for the takin'
While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the bake
Formulate, now at the plot, we got
More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the
Clock or knot, nigga the pot
Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every
Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' a motherfucker

You can be my lady, you could be my lollipop sucker
The road dawg baby comin' like the mad
Lot of niggaz lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker
God bless, oh yes, I stay
Full of finesse, my show progress
Stylish, hit you the shit to digest
In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's
Your Highness, leavin' corny spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme flow

Not a problem my can't fix
we can do it, in the mix
So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a ass
'Cause you we don't fuck around
When you niggaz shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
ground, ground ground
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the
Ground ground, ground

This is how we ride, your hands from side to side
It's party time and don't get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine
The 'til I'm peelin' a million
Ridin' dirty and bustin' thirty-thirty, ''til a nigga end
Knowin' that the shit is I'm still here to win
Cheddar if you ain't it then I think you better
the little plot you got, don't sweat it main
My nigga, my uncut like Kane, real Raw

Y'all don't know about Jamal or what I'm in it for
Cash, cars, fly whores and
Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no
other one scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid
Fraud as a gimmick, lickin' chasin' chickens
I mash for the with the click and
Rip a then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'

While y'all niggaz hoppin' and skippin' I the clip in, yo
Accelerate on the gas, move
Blast, find a nigga in your ass
Colorful niggaz, just peep the contrast
Flipmode is the Squad, a news
Bust your shit up, what the fuck, get up
Violate, nigga get they shit lit up
Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob
Champagne bath, the Moet in the pool

Nigga caught a strain on the brain
on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain
Over click on the rise so realize we be
Dem niggaz that dead up all you funny little fries
The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall
Yo I'm tired of niggaz full of True Lies
No time, we got the surprise
Need a new beginnin', to get a baptize
Ha ha, you need to get a baptize, is bond, aiyyo

Not a problem my can't fix
we can do it, in the mix
So when you talk trash, you can get a bust ass
'Cause you know we don't fuck
you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground
When you talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground
Ground ground, ground

Ground, ground, ground
Just party to the shit like c'mon
Just to the motherfuckin beat c'mon
You niggaz don't know my new song c'mon
Aiyyo, hear me out
Yo, and just feel my
C'mon what the fuck?