Luyện nghe bài hát Bullshit

You get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, fighting that feeling
You gotta get up off of bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that

Let me you
And you, with the new sound
The is the "Cyde" And the Phar is the "Cyde"
And no who you are, you know you can't hyde

Not from the of the sun
Nor the nor the stars
No who you are
So come in and commence to the of my drummin'

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
You need to get up off of that shit and fighting that feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and stop that feeling

to go all the way with it
Don't just sit and stare or play with it
'Cause were to the seeds of the new breeds
The Motha of dreams where fiendz breast feeds

Step thru reality into reality so you feel you never knew reality
Until it stood still now your far a lie
When the truth tantalizes ya see we'z
in the skies or outer space

Standing here on the of this earth
To the state to the grid of my where my mom gave birth
To all she loves be it small to others but
Yo, bigger than love

They did a examination of it
But you can't duplicate the state of our relations thru
That's not the ticket code in Heiroglyphics
Trying to get to the specifics

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting feeling
You to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting feeling
You to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling

Yo, money talks fools are always checkin'
Depositing two cents
Foolishly convinced blinded by ignorance
That becomes a hinderance for them to

you going to recognize
Time for no man
you going to stand and
Get up offa that Bullshit, stop that feeling

Yo, yo, now let me change the topic a bit
Talk about the with the fat ass and tits
Comin' to the club looking for a
Ain't got ten dollars for a at the bar

Scoping looking for the best dressed
Smelling for the passing up the stress
Sniff sniff yo what does the smell
A brotha like with pockets that swell

Action was thrown the iahp was
Next you know I had her at my home
All alone to get paid
The only thing happened was her ass got laid

Now no end and her ass was
Used a little tongue but believe I'm hung
So listen, a well learned for all you club hopping ho's
It ain't about the and it ain't about the dough so

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, fighting that feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting feeling
...