Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

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

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

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

Yeah, Tabasco,

The is finally done with, the time is now
YA, like who it, we in it to run it
The done, nigga, Volume 1, nigga
Tabasco all over the track

That nigga, Roscoe'll all over the track
He the 'Girls All Pause', yeah, they open to that
Now who you know the flow talkin' approachin' a mac?
a stack of doe with some dodo to roll fat

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

Put me on lockdown an' out back
An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I sneak a
make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy
Not while you 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 feelin' the same way, press 'Eject'
I'll even give you 5

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

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

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

YA 'til we die, do or die, homicide
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 this money an'

I'm breakin' 'em off like the umbilical
Takin' 'em off the billboard, chargin' through at force
An' first to walk in, 'em hot to death
Ready to scorch 'em, I'll leave 'em all like starch

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

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

Whenever you through the ghetto
the '62 Chevy, blowin' heavy, goin' 70
With one hand on the wheel
to hold it steady, hittin' the switch
'Coz Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit it like this

An' on the intro, so big, so big