Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

You niggaz 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 ain't rollin', I a sack
Let's one thing 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 is finally done with, the time is now
YA, who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done, nigga, Volume 1,
Tabasco sauce all over the

That nigga, Roscoe'll all over the track
He make the 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 notch nigga, hand an' cotch
Cut your arm off to get to the quicka
Not tryin' to do it all, can't see Hall
Too many booty calls, my nigga, calls
I'm used to classes, roamin' through the halls
I roam with the Young Assasins, that's I belong

Put me on lockdown an' out back
An' the cameras ain't rollin', I sneak a sack
Let's make one thing clear, 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 give you 5 seconds

These young niggaroes comin' 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 from top to

Rocks? Yeah, we got that but we 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 'em in the back of our mind until it's time to smash

Only in it for cash
An' stearin' clear from the phonies 'coz they scary to
But where were the mass murderin', 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 by the rules, ride by the fools
Throwin' up my squad, up high for the crew
You how we do

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

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

I noticed a y'all pups like to bark
But never hit the fence at night when it gets dark
You better hope the Pitbulls get loose
best believe, we comin' to get you Shitzus

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

you dippin' through the ghetto
Whippin' the '62 Chevy, heavy, goin' 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