Luyện nghe bài hát 27 Shots

They try to say California is
I New York got the most plastic niggaz too
all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train Awards
With them pop ass headsets around your ears Britney Spears

That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition
That's some old real Michael shit, I'm comin' with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin' to copy my shit, fuck the impact
'Cause there's a lot of corny performin' out there

Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare, what the fuck do I
Niggaz with they ass out, groupies in cheap motels tryin' to
And crash out, motherfuckers ain't networkin', checkin' in
Motherfuckers on motorcycles, pickup trucks with plates on 'em

Bringin' mad shit from South, big after parties
I'ma turn my phone off, I wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin'-body
Arrogant bastard, no commercial shit, break neck
Suck my dick in the world, fuck the critics, I make is a hit

Fuck you motherfuckers tryin' to make
old Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit
Hip-Hop shit, some old Broadway musical shit
I don't even listen to that shit
Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my fuckin'

27 shots, 27 shots, 27

Shut up, to my shit 'cause yo cassette single is gay
Writin' that bullshit, I on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday
Butter soft, sissy shit, I got the real tell it it is pissy shit
Yo is some fake ass gorilla code shit, white suits, mansion yachts
Scared ass nigga videos, buyin' models on some boat shit

I tell you straight G, I fuck with it, girls still messin' with you
Your shit is wack, any in they right mind
have sex with you, rusty nigga that don't use soap
I fuck around and all over your leather, faggot ass trenchcoat

Don't ever act hardcore, you's a nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never been in a fuckin' street fight
at your old photo album pictures, you's a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, picked up the fuckin' mic, untalented bitch
Like you some wild ass, inner city kid the projects, who's next?

27 shots, 27 shots, 27

I really disrespect all production out there
That bullshit niggaz programmin', fuck Johnny Hammond, Stitch
That ain't gettin' you rich, just a packed crowd, low bitches
A bunch of dicks, I'd rather see some ass
A nice club a fat ass

And all you motherfuckers like you Jamaican
to the core, copyin' that shit on tour
Y'all niggaz be against speakers your ears sore, stank ass boots
With no socks on, fuckin' up the dancefloor, when you ate codfish
And meat patties? I got cousins with Jheri curls in

27 shots, 27 shots, 27