Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

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

Put me on lockdown an' sneak out
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 right now, no other rappers hot but me
Oh, yeah, Pac an' B.I.G., R.I.P.
But if you feelin' the same way, press 'Eject'
I'll even you 5 seconds

Yeah, Tabasco,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's YA we die, do or die, homicide
we rob, when we ride, nigga, side
We oblide by the rules, by the fools
Throwin' up my squad, holdin' up high for the
You how we do

Yeah, plain, simple, I got a plan
Go, get this an' shake

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

I noticed a lotta y'all pups to bark
But don't never hit the fence at night it gets dark
You better hope the Pitbulls never get
best believe, we comin' to get you Shitzus

I'm scopin' so many sheep in clothin', it's pitiful
the situation, hypocritical
Cynical criminals, indespicable
Supplyin' the heat, rocks bumpin' yo' digital

Whenever you dippin' through the
the '62 Chevy, blowin' heavy, goin' 70
With one on the steerin' wheel
Tryin' to hold it steady, hittin' the
'Coz only Pound Gangstas could spit it like this

An' on the intro, so big, so big