Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Nuttin' but Music

Aint but music

It's shit like this I kick to rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this life is
Ooops I did it didn't I my shit's harder
To figure out what britney's tit size is
Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I
So what christina gaguilera kiss my
You know how shit's I get if I wish I did
So I can quit givin these little kids ideas
This just in, britney dissed justin
She fucked ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
If can get his ass licked, how I can't shit
Goddamn bitch I'm rich I understand this
Are those pictures they of us together on the internet
As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the
And shit when it comes to I hit harder from the back
everlast when he's pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass
Just me one more chance britney hit me one more time
Let me what's on your mind, whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers what time it is
Fuck jewelry my record's almost diamond, beeotch!

2x: eminem + dr dre]
What's goin on in the today
fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the times roll
Tell 'em it ain't nuttin but music

Eminem doesn't like n'sync, I do
So him, and the backstreet boys too
Whatever happened to the of different strokes
Mary's broke, ty's coke, and then an overdose
I got two little wit me
jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up wit my hair curly
Me and mr. furly, fuckin and shirley!

Alotta are livin in la la land
why I let my dogs out on the baha men
As bad as a I had, I'm not mad
I need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a
I be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene

[kon
To all the independent in the house! (hey!)
us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (what? !)

Robert downey, bobby brownie, houston
The shit's (sniff!)
jackson, reverend scandal
Got michael's, tevin campbells
herman's, peep show places
Public restrooms, peep those

[swifty
Huh, mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)
We done turned their kids into little snatchers
Aint like I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry
It's sad but I'm glad that I'm to rhyme
Where you work you gettin paid for that overtime
It's only music, know it but they blind
I in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine
the reason why princess diana ended up dyin
If you people get I don't care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to leave 'cause what we say just ain't (uh, uh)
But holdin on what I say just ain't me

[kon
Now what's these parents all mad (your music is bad for 'um)
For teenage that drink more than ted danson in cheers
drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (shutup!)
Broke or rich, I still do that old shit
I jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when ask me about my sarcasticness
I just 'em, turn around and ask 'em this