Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

You just don't get it, do you?
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 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 ain't feelin' the same way, 'Eject'
even give you 5 seconds

Yeah, Tabasco,

The wait is done with, the time is now
YA, who want it, we in it to run it
The done, nigga, Volume 1, nigga
Tabasco sauce all the track

nigga, Roscoe'll boss all over the track
He make the 'Girls All Pause', yeah, they open to
Now who you know the flow talkin' about approachin' a
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 many booty calls, my nigga, duty
I'm used to ditchin' classes, through the halls
I roam with the Young Assasins, where I belong

Put me on an' sneak out back
An' when the cameras rollin', I sneak a sack
Let's make one thing clear, this 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 way, press 'Eject'
I'll even you 5 seconds

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

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

in it temporary for cash
An' stearin' clear the phonies 'coz they scary to blast
But where were the mass murderin', Young Assassins murderin'
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 like the umbilical
Takin' 'em off the billboard, chargin' through at full
An' first to in, torch 'em hot to death
to scorch 'em, I'll leave 'em all stiff like starch

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

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 through the ghetto
the '62 Chevy, blowin' heavy, goin' 70
With one on the steerin' wheel
Tryin' to it steady, hittin' the switch
'Coz only Dogg Gangstas could spit it like this

An' on the intro, so big, so big