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

Yea. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea. the beat]
sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

[Verse
Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' (gutter)
Smash regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the - violate
it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so
that I can bless my niggaz with they appreciate ('ciate)
No y'all niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck who love to hold (hands)
Foul shit, way out of
Fuck shit up bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will
the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo'

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

[Verse
Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit
Got you givin me an award, a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz
My price tag, just to up the shit
be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now know we rock on, cock-strong
All niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we full blast
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, crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep shit
How we so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake they to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the we slap
you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now yo' hands up.

[Busta
Yeah, this sound like. the to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin. groovy ghoulies and or somethin [laughing]