Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

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

Put me on lockdown an' out back
An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I a sack
Let's make one thing clear, 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 same way, press
I'll even you 5 seconds

Yeah, Tabasco,

The wait is finally 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 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 to roll fat

I'm a top nigga, hand an' cotch trippa
Cut your arm off to get to the quicka
Not tryin' to do it all, see Juvy Hall
Too many booty calls, my nigga, duty
I'm used to ditchin' classes, roamin' through the
I roam with the Young Assasins, that's 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 give you 5 seconds

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

Yeah, we got that but we don't wear 'em
What about Yeah, we got those but we don't carry
Well, what about
Fo' we got those but we don't ever share 'em
We bury 'em in the back of our mind until time to smash

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

It's YA we die, do or die, homicide
When we rob, when we ride, nigga,
We oblide by the rules, by the fools
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 'em off like the umbilical cord
Takin' 'em off the billboard, chargin' through at full
An' first to walk in, torch 'em hot to
Ready to scorch 'em, leave 'em all stiff like starch

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

I'm scopin' so many sheep in wolves clothin', pitiful
the situation, hypocritical
Cynical criminals, individuals
Supplyin' the heat, rocks bumpin' yo' digital

Whenever you dippin' through the
Whippin' the '62 Chevy, heavy, goin' 70
With one on the steerin' wheel
to hold it steady, hittin' the switch
'Coz only Dogg Pound Gangstas could it like this

An' on the intro, so big, so big