Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Fuckin' Wit Me

Yea, uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea, this sound like baby, yea

Busta Rhymes, you know we live and in
Shit butter hot, but a little mo' gutter
Smash shit regularly, to my mother
Show for the bitches and put it down for my brudda
Hot butter make it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my bitches,
Ahh, articulate, feels so
That I can bless my niggaz shit they appreciate

No jive y'all can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches give me a high five
it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the and fuck bitches who love to hold hands
shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up, bitches hot and sweaty drippin' buckets of water
Disorderly conduct, erupt
When the live shit, on niggaz do what they wanna
Aight bitches, now yo' asses

The shit we droppin' be to get y'all movin'
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the is
And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we do this
Now what you me to say? Say you ain't fuckin' with me

Huh, you see I got so new hot shit stored
Got you givin' me an award, floored a on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my applaud
My price tag, just to show up the
Might be somethin' you can't
you say the lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric with a hot song

Now niggaz we rock on, cock-strong
All niggaz is straight popcorn, ahh
Talk the trash, comin' forth get past lie
Pass shorty the big horse ass
Now no stoppin' how we comin' full blast
Mix the fire gas, that's how we put it on smash
No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the shit well
Just a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop

What we drop and how we shit comin'
How we so fly, so high is where we gon' take it
the land, controllin' the sea
Now we control the sky, perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches they shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz, now yo' hands up

The we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin'
We keep it poppin', feel how the loop is
And it no stoppin' the way that we gon' do this
Now you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin' with me

Yeah, this sound like the music to Frankenberry or shit
The fuckin' groovy ghoulies and friends or