Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

[Intro -
Like it was before, as
Somethin different, the boy never the same

1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
I'm the man, all the homeboys dis
Crushin, killin, never stealin
But I'm when it comes to rhyme dealin
Death to competitors, long Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and 'em miss the stick up
But my gat range, take his wallet, kick him in his cup
Drop the games, cause they really necessary
You can be a water rated, boy you ain't
Sue it far in the Caddy, I'ma
To your girlies I'ma hero, to you I'ma villian
I've done, get me mad I try
Can't find a rhyme, if you do you better buy it
Serious and callous could be to competitors
What am I sayin? (your get yours)

- *scratched*]
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..

2]
Memories of bein broke, keep me on the war
like a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my with it
Put a fifty on the floor, a punk you wouldn't get it
snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack
I playin with you boy, you know I mean that
Physical all meant to intimidate
All niggaz take note, imitate
Rippin is the cut, scurry for my T-I-P
Tryna get an from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin
Muscle bound, full of things, knock a lights out
it to my level, boy you better start climbin
When grindin, I'm hardcore rhymin
to your gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these on your knuckles
into the party like a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin hat
Walk by sucker punk, like eat crackers
He mumbled somethin, so my walked backwards
'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat chrome
Let 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, when were back
A big maulin, you my beat is def
You who you are, F the BS

Yeah boy, they rappin five
Cuttin, you who it is
Comin back at ya, ain't put your name on wax
I really don't make you famous sucker

F the BS
F the BS
F the BS

3]
Reconnect my dialect with modified
Heavy snaps, never for a bargain
Tumble when the on, walkin like a movie clips
Slow mo, pants low, layin off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap
Real boy, leavin crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a
Movin like the speed of light, so quick I shatter
(*beat changes*) Here's the beat and girlies get with it
You my tuning cabilities, admit it
It's the man with the attitude
Big gold rope, knuckles, ain't afraid of you
an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the go (POW POW)
Understand it's the undercover plan
Mix-A-Lot soon to be (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my hammer on a
Mix-A-Lot on the stage (ROUGH BOY)
Yes so rough boy, creepin up the
Mix-A-Lot 'em up for the (BIG FIGHT)

(*solo of the new beat*)

(*two scratched*)

(*scratched*)
Raised, in LA

3]
Dynamo, good to go, on your stereo
I'm like a cannibal, got you "Rambo"
like riff-raff kick you in the left calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, don't laugh
I'm serious, my is to overthrow
The rap government Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's a bug always tickin in my mind
tellin me "buddy, it's time"

[Chorus -
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..

[Outro - (*scratching continues*)
here sucker, this is my program
I'm about to down and take over the rap land
You know what I'm
different, somethin new
Ain't none of that old stuff you hear on your stereo
You I'm sayin, you know who I am
me out
F the BS,
Yeah, F the BS