Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

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

Put me on an' sneak out back
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, 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'
I'll even give you 5

Yeah, Tabasco,

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

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

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

Put me on lockdown an' sneak out
An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I a sack
Let's make one thing clear, this ain't no
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 feelin' the way, press 'Eject'
I'll even you 5 seconds

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

Rocks? Yeah, we got that but we don't 'em
What about glocks? Yeah, we got 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 it's time to

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

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

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

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

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

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

you dippin' through the ghetto
Whippin' the '62 Chevy, heavy, goin' 70
one hand on the steerin' wheel
Tryin' to hold it steady, hittin' the
'Coz only Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit it this

An' on the intro, so big, so big