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

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

One]
Busta Rhymes! You we live and in color (color)
Shit hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! so great
that I can bless my niggaz with 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 we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to (hands)
Foul shit, way out of
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty buckets of water (water)
conduct, will erupt
When the live shit come on niggaz do they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo'

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

Two]
Huh, you see I got so new hot shit stored
Got you me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz
My price tag, just to up the shit
Might be somethin you can't
Make you say the is my shepherd, how we astonish
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, comin get past lie duke
Pass shorty the big horse ass (ASS)
Now ain't no how we comin full blast
Mix the fire gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we the shit well done
just like a deep fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so is where we gon' take it
the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps niggaz collapse
bitches shake they shit to the floor
And the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' up.

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