Luyện nghe bài hát Get Ready

Yo. yo! (* hachs up spit *)
Mic check. (My dick!)
Testing. one, two (* hach-spits on mic *)
Ffff-fuck. (My dick!) My nuts.

My attitude is worse than was
I'll you over stupid shit and diss people
who ain't have to do with it, like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin of your buildin; screamin,
"Puffy is good, (HEY!) but Slim is for the children!" (WAIT!)
I look at my in a new light -- fuck it
Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you
You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; I don't like rap anyway
I'm just tryin to get my porno career
Every and event. +Been There, Done That+
Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase he went
(* zipper sound *) "Come on, go!"
Want a deal? these 5 chapters
Lesson One: demos as hard as you can at signed rappers
Lesson Two: em and diss em (whattup dog?)
Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to with me)
and make em come to basement and listen
(you're fuckin check this out)
Lesson Three: Get a job at a label; switch demos with
and put yours on the owner's (here listen!)
Four: 'Know you heard this before'
"Hey let me get number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
act like a fan -- you wanna get signed?
Get the whitest A&R you can
him aside and rap as wack as you can
Lesson Five: Get a at Jive
Dress up like I.C.P. and them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but you see me on the street; I ain't
givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get from me)
Toilet water me right in the ass when I'm spittin
cause I'm always when I'm rappin like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!)
Got a blowjob from Paula Jones, and it so far in her mouth
my broke both of her collarbones (OWW!)
Told Mya shit was all about me-ah ("It's all about me.")
Gave Alyssa syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a dick!")
And all three of my girls said SEE-YA
Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fuckin Aaliyah
(What? Oh my God!) I splish splash while I'm a bath
Grab a handful of pills, em in half, take em and laugh
trash -- fuckin your wife in the ass ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!")
While you're out gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass

So if I your self-esteem
and you get dissed too bad [Yo why you diss
You know I be sayin that to Get You Mad
And when I rap a buncha shit you wished you had [A big dick!]
You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad
"I can't listen to song, that shit's too sad!"
You know I be sayin that to Get You Mad
"He'll never make it, his wrist is too bad!" [Nurse! Nurse!]
You know I be sayin that to Get You Mad

a wonderful day; I should go outside and play
Ain't no need to sit the house and hibernate
Hi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was just about to a live grenade
in your driveway (WHAT?) and drive away (* car out *)
Are you afraid of a blade made of a with AIDS
drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache
You talk a shit, but you was never ill though
I'm sick enough to you to death with a feather pillow
Tipped over cows, just for a joke and a laugh (MOOOOO!)
Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and it in half
Wagin wars, went on stage and sprayed Cage +Agent Orange+
And wiped my ass with his page in (Here!)
The is here, steamin this year
I rip [*Mystikal's*] voicebox out, in his ear (AHHHHHH!)
It's not a bitch, it's an image I live it
a fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to give it
"Yeah I don't think this guy is well." I'm as hell
I'll you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail

[* impersonating Man *]
I'll fuckin, fuckin
Lay your nuts on the
Just nutsack by itself
And bang them shits a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your right back
And leave you like

You just the prick who just mixed liquor
Who's itchin to leave you and stiffer than Chris-topher
Reeves, I was teething with throat
while your mother was
And her the flesh-eating disease
I'm iller than a hammer and beatin your knees
and through South Central L.A., bleedin in jeans
(Am I a Blood or a Crip?) Wakin up the next day in machines
Flashin to being shot and repeatin the scenes
on how you just got smoked, and if you do
You'll be too scared to it, like a Biggie and 'Pac joke

So if I hurt your and you get dissed too bad
You know I just be sayin to Get You Mad
And when I rap a fat bitch that you wished you had
You know I just be sayin to Get You Mad
"I can't listen to that song, shit's too sad"
You know I just be that to Get You Mad
"He'll never it, his wrist is slit too bad"
You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad

I that makes you real mad, don't it? (uh-huh)
That's right, Slim (yup) Sway & Tech
wreck (bitch)
And we give a heck (uh-uh)
or a damn. or a fuck. or a
So suck my dick