Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

[Intro -
it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the

1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even this
I'm the man, all the wanna dis
Crushin, killin, never stealin
But I'm hell when it to rhyme dealin
Death to competitors, live 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, they really ain't necessary
You can be a rated, boy you ain't legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, I'ma
To girlies I'ma hero, to you suckers 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 be deadly to competitors
am I sayin? (your gonna get yours)

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

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

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

F the BS
F the BS
F the BS

3]
Reconnect my dialect modified jargon
Heavy snaps, lookin for a bargain
Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin a movie clips
Slow mo, low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, loose, a rap warrior
Real beat boy, crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, nice slice, a blast
Movin like the speed of light, so I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) Here's the beat and c'mon girlies get it
You my tuning cabilities, admit it
It's the man with the westbound
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't of you
an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the go (POW POW)
it's the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot soon to be (TOP MAN)
Yes and put my hammer on a convoy
on the stage I'ma (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, rough on your
I'm like a cannibal, got you "Rambo"
Don't like riff-raff kick you in the calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, don't laugh
I'm serious, my intention is to
The rap government Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's like a bug always in my mind
tellin me "buddy, it's time"

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

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