Luyện nghe bài hát Seattle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude, to me
We got some bustin ass out here
Claimin motherfuckin place they ain't never seen
Huh,
Boy is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N, clown
Forever,
Yeah, and from the motherfuckin' heart
So if you ain't witcha hometown, step off punk
Mix, these fakes what the deal is

I was raised in the T-L-E
Seattle, in the C.D. nigga
19Th and yes LeBorda, was hard
Caddillac was the car I
And I got seven-seven Coupe with the trues and straps
I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't
Tryin to compete, with my in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass
down with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all up
Carload of freaks with the butts
I used to around Seward Park
Flip the eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin for to be G'd
Most wanted please
In days boy you had to be pimpin
to keep motherfuckers from trippin
Now wanna run up pokin
With a double-M, is you jokin?
I'm packin a HK-91 son
308'S is I run
A lot of clowns tried to take this but they didn't
Huh, cause wasn't bullshittin

It ain't nothin but the up in the Northwest, real deal nigga
So don't to the 2-oh-6 tryin to kick up dust
Or you might get floored, sucka, get fucked up, think it
This is the Attitude Adjustor

Do we got Hell yeah, brothers gotta get paid
D's ain't payin no way
So they to the streets with gats
And put 'em on ya just like that
So I'm undercover, I'm rollin through the C.D
A lot of niggaz get me
I see a freak in front of Garfield, I swoop the block
of niggaz yellin out, 'Fuck Mix-A-Lot!'
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I love 'em
They think my head is big, and I'm to be above 'em
Huh, but to the I'm just another coon
Gettin paid for a bit of boon
So even though a lot of talk shit
I'm still down for the Northwest I hit
The stage, U.S.A
I Seattle and Tacoma much play
So here's a shot to the Criminal
And the young Kid Sensation
I can't forget and the Attitude Adjustor
And the brothers to the West of Seattle
Yeah,
High Pointe, dippin fo'-do'
And my Critical Mass in the back
With the bat to smack back all who try to jack me
Just I'm in a S-E-C
Droptop
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope
But I'm more like a dope sealer
I rap deals, not drug deals
Handin out like meals
The Rhyme Cartel, I own the label
And Ricardo got the on the table
And I'm signin 'em, like that
No so my pockets stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to take town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't
Huh, this is my town, what you talkin
Punks to tell me where I come from
Who the fuck you talkin to,
Need to the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong
Shit, you was a lil' rudy poot motherfucker
you picked up a nine millimete
Who you
Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass

Let's take a trip to the end, we go West
Hit Reinert Ave and left
I'm in a funky-ass Porsche
No bitches, just on my collar

Yo' is back again
Huh, who you callin sellout
I was puttin in clowns when you was still in school
But I choose not to about that
So many gangsta crews now, I'd rather kick
So I drop my own
Fuck bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a
But that's subject, gettin back to the hood
Me and my boys is up to no
A big of cars, rollin deep through the South End
Made a on Henderson
Clowns shit in the Southshore parkin lot
Critical is beggin to box
But we keep on goin because the streets
A bunch of in front of Reinert Beach, was lookin at US
They missed that bus, and they that they could trust us
Six in a line and the girls was fine
I had 'The Wicked One' on my Alpine
Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari
And a Rolls Royce
Miami Vice tried to get this, but they didn't
Huh-huh, Seattle ain't bullshittin

Yeah I wanna whassup to my DJ
My boy Strange, across the water LX?
Bookie, Mark P, MC
The EQ, old forty ounce drinkin A.D
Always
PD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and
Nasty Ness and Boyd
P.O.S., Brothers of the Same
L.S.R., High
Whassup Eightball? Kazzy D, Villains in
J-1, E-Dawg, my boy
P.L.B., MC
My boy with the on the 'zoid freak coordinator
Bubba, DJ Skill and my boy
in Seatown and T-Town