Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

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

Put me on an' sneak out back
An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I 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 other 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 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 over the

That nigga, Roscoe'll boss all over the
He make the 'Girls All Pause', yeah, they open to
Now who you know the flow talkin' about a mac?
a stack of doe with some dodo to roll fat

I'm a top notch nigga, 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 classes, roamin' through the halls
I roam with the Young Assasins, where I belong

Put me on lockdown an' out back
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 right now, ain't no other hot but me
Oh, yeah, Pac an' B.I.G., R.I.P.
But if you ain't the same way, press 'Eject'
I'll give you 5 seconds

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

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

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

It's YA 'til we die, do or die,
we rob, when we ride, nigga, side
We by the rules, ride 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 'em off like the umbilical cord
'em off the billboard, chargin' through at full force
An' first to in, torch 'em hot to death
Ready to scorch 'em, leave 'em all stiff like starch

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

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

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

An' on the intro, so big, so big