Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

You niggaz don't get it, do you?
Roscoe, the sodo
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt, Young
Yeah, November 23rd, 1972 an' 83

Put me on lockdown an' out back
An' when the ain't rollin', I sneak a sack
Let's make one thing clear, this no democracy
Not you listenin' to my CD

You see right now, ain't no rappers hot but me
Oh, yeah, Pac an' B.I.G., R.I.P.
But if you ain't feelin' the same way, press
I'll give you 5 seconds

Yeah, Tabasco,

The wait is finally with, the time is now
YA, like who it, we in it to run it
The album's done, nigga, Volume 1,
Tabasco sauce all the track

That nigga, boss all over the track
He make the 'Girls All Pause', yeah, they open to
Now who you know the flow talkin' approachin' a mac?
Without a stack of doe with dodo to roll fat

I'm a top nigga, hand an' cotch trippa
Cut arm off to get to the watch quicka
Not tryin' to do it all, can't see Hall
Too booty calls, my nigga, duty calls
I'm used to ditchin' classes, roamin' through the
I roam the Young Assasins, that's where I belong

Put me on an' sneak out back
An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I sneak a
Let's make one clear, this ain't no democracy
Not while you to my CD

You see now, ain't no other rappers hot but me
Oh, yeah, Pac an' B.I.G., R.I.P.
But if you ain't the same way, press 'Eject'
even give you 5 seconds

These young comin' with sicka flows
Hit you the Figure 4, Rock Bottom
Me an' my dogs gettin' up
Rippin' 'em up sherds an' YA it up from top to bottom

Rocks? Yeah, we got but we don't wear 'em
What about Yeah, we got those but we don't carry
Well, about plots?
Fo' we got those but we don't ever share 'em
We bury 'em in the back of our mind until it's time to

in it temporary for cash
An' stearin' clear from the phonies they scary to blast
But where were the murderin', Young Assassins murderin' tracks
To an' we all know how to act

It's YA 'til we die, do or die,
When we rob, we ride, nigga, side
We by the rules, ride by the fools
Throwin' up my squad, holdin' up for the crew
You how we do

Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a
Go, get money an' shake

I'm 'em off like the umbilical cord
Takin' 'em off the billboard, through at full force
An' first to in, torch 'em hot to death
Ready to scorch 'em, leave 'em all stiff like starch

I noticed a lotta pups like to bark
But don't never hit the at night when it gets dark
You better the Pitbulls never get loose
'Coz best believe, we to get you Shitzus

I'm so many sheep in wolves clothin', it's pitiful
Analyze the situation,
criminals, indespicable individuals
Supplyin' the heat, bumpin' through yo' digital

Whenever you dippin' the ghetto
Whippin' the '62 Chevy, heavy, goin' 70
With one hand on the steerin'
Tryin' to it steady, hittin' the switch
'Coz only Dogg Pound Gangstas spit it like this

An' on the intro, so big, so big