Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

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

Put me on an' sneak out back
An' when the ain't rollin', I sneak 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 feelin' the same way, press 'Eject'
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 album's done, nigga, Volume 1,
Tabasco sauce all the track

That nigga, Roscoe'll all over the track
He make the All Pause', yeah, they open to that
Now who you know the flow about approachin' a mac?
Without a stack of doe some dodo 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 calls, my nigga, duty calls
I'm used to ditchin' classes, roamin' the halls
I roam with the Young Assasins, that's where I

Put me on lockdown an' sneak out
An' the cameras ain't rollin', I sneak a sack
make 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 the same way, press 'Eject'
even give you 5 seconds

These niggaroes comin' with sicka flows
Hit you with the 4, Rock Bottom
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 don't 'em
What about glocks? Yeah, we got those but we carry
Well, what plots?
Fo' sho' we got those but we don't share 'em
We bury 'em in the back of our until it's time to smash

Only in it for cash
An' clear from the phonies 'coz they scary to blast
But where were the mass murderin', Young murderin' tracks
To an' we all know 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
up my squad, holdin' up high for the crew
You how we do

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

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

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

I'm scopin' so many sheep in wolves clothin', it's
Analyze the situation,
Cynical criminals, indespicable
Supplyin' the heat, rocks through yo' digital

you dippin' through the ghetto
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