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

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

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

The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we it gangsta muh'fucka)
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-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
Might be you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we
forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now know we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all niggaz is popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, forth get past lie duke
Pass with the big horse ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full
Mix the fire gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, deny - so hot we cook the shit well done
just like a deep fish UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we shit comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we take it
Controllin the land, the sea
Now we control the whole perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake they to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your is the gutter we slap
you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' up.

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