Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

You niggaz just get it, do you?
Young Roscoe, the
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt, Gotti
Yeah, started 23rd, 1972 an' 83

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 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 way, press 'Eject'
even give you 5 seconds

Yeah, Tabasco,

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

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

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

Put me on lockdown an' sneak out
An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I a sack
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 you 5 seconds

These young niggaroes with sicka flows
Hit you the Figure 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 that but we don't 'em
about glocks? Yeah, we got those but we don't carry
Well, what about
Fo' sho' we got but we don't ever share 'em
We bury 'em in the back of our mind until time to smash

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An' on the intro, so big, so big