Luyện nghe bài hát F The BS

[Intro -
it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy sounds the same

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

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

2]
Memories of bein broke, me on the war path
Hittin like a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk
Swayed, raid in effect, my with it
Put a fifty on the floor, a punk you wouldn't get it
Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat
I ain't playin you boy, you know I mean 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 I'm talkin about
Muscle bound, of things, knock a sucker's lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you start climbin
When grindin, I'm hardcore rhymin
Lyric to gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your
into the party like a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" in effect, sportin coon hat
Walk by sucker punk, look like eat
He mumbled somethin, so my posse walked
Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em the gat chrome
Let 'em my posse's gettin bigger, when were back home
A big maulin, you my beat is def
You who you are, F the BS

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

F the BS
F the BS
F the BS

3]
Reconnect my with modified jargon
Heavy snaps, never lookin for a
Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin like a movie
Slow mo, pants low, layin off my hip
Big shoes, loose, a rap warrior
Real beat boy, crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, slice, what a blast
Movin like the of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) the beat and c'mon girlies get with it
You like my tuning cabilities, it
It's the man the westbound attitude
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't of you
an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the go (POW POW)
Understand it's the undercover game
Mix-A-Lot to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the stage (ROUGH BOY)
Yes so rough boy, up the backside
sign '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 a cannibal, got you like "Rambo"
Don't 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 from Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's like a bug always in my mind
It's tellin me "buddy, time"

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

[Outro - (*scratching continues*)
Look here sucker, is my program
I'm to throw down and take over the rap land
You what I'm sayin?
Somethin different, new
Ain't of that same 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