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

Yea. aiyyo Uncle Pat, up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea. [imitating the
This sound like baby, yea

One]
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in (color)
Shit hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! so great
I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive niggaz can take a nosedive
so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we grands
Get with the and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will
When the live shit come on niggaz do they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo'

The shit we droppin be to get y'all movin (get the fuck up)
We it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it muh'fucka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)

[Verse
Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit
Got you me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they
And laid 'em than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, to show up the shit
Might be somethin you afford
Make you say the is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot
Now niggaz know we on, cock-strong
All niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get lie duke
Pass shorty with the big ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full
Mix the with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap and pop
What we drop and how we keep shit
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so is where we gon' take it
the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' up.

[Busta
Yeah, this like. the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin