Luyện nghe bài hát No Vaseline

Here's what think about you
Here's what they about you
Here's what they think you

Got damn, I'm ya'll set it off
Use to be hard, now you just wet and soft
First you was with the AK
And now I see you on a with Michelle

Lookin' straight Bozos
I saw it comin', that's why I went
And kept on
ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton

Livin' with the whites, one big
And not another in sight
I started off with too cargo
Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the

White man just
The niggas with attitudes, who ya
Ya'll niggas just
I put that on my mama and my homeys

Yella boy's on your team, so losin'
Ay yo, Dre, to producin'
Callin' me Arnold, but you been a
E saw your ass and went in it quick

You got when I got my own company
But I'm a man, and ain't nobody me
Tryin' to sound Amerikkka's Most
You could yell all day but you come close

you know I'm the one that flown
Ya run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
the L E N C H M O B, and ya'll disgrace the C P T
'Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a boy
no Vaseline

Now you're gettin' done Vaseline
Now you're gettin' done without
Now you're done without Vaseline
Damn, it feels to see people on it

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass
You're gettin' fucked real
And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's

Tried to tell you a ago
But D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn't stop you from ganked
Now let's big-bank-take-little-bank

to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
'Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so
Cut my hair and cut them balls
'Cuz I heard you're, like givin' up the

Gang-banged by your manager,
Gettin' money out your ass, like a mothafuckin' ready
up the dollar bills
Now got the villain with a purse and high-heels

So believe what Ren say
'Cuz he's goin' out like Kunte
But I got a whip for ya
Used to be my homey, now you act you don't know me

It's a case of divide and
'Cuz you let a Jew break up my
House nigga gotta run and
Yellin' Compton, but you moved to

So front, MC Ren
'Cuz I remember when you a B 2-10
as a mothafuckin' joke
Let you on the to back up the Verse Team

It ain't my fault, one nigga got
and they rippin' asshole apart
By takin' your green, oh
The Villain does get fucked no Vaseline

Now gettin' done without Vaseline

I never have dinner the President
I never have dinner with the
I never have dinner with the
And when I see ass again, I'll be hesitant

Now I think you a
a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' homeboys
You little maggot Eazy E turned

With your manager,
MC Ren, Dr Dre and Yella
But if they were as me
E would be hangin' from a tree

With no
Just a match and a little bit of
Light 'em up, 'em up, flame on
Till that Jheri is gone

On a vacation
Off of plantation
Heard you both got the bank account
Dumb nigga, you thinkin' 'bout?

Get rid of that Devil real
Put a bullet in his
'Cuz you can't be the Nigga 4 Life
With a white Jew you what to do

Pullin' wools with your
Now I gotta the Silence of the Lambs
With a who's a punk too
Tryin' to me, but I'd rather fuck you

Eric Wright, punk, always somethin'
fucked at night
By Shitpacker
Bend over for the cracker, no Vaseline