Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

You niggaz just don't get it, do
Young Roscoe, the
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt, Young
Yeah, November 23rd, 1972 an' 83

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

Yeah, Tabasco,

The wait is finally done with, the is now
YA, like who it, we in it to run it
The album's done, nigga, Volume 1,
sauce all over the track

That nigga, boss all over the track
He make the 'Girls All Pause', yeah, they to that
Now who you know the talkin' about approachin' a mac?
Without a stack of doe with dodo to roll fat

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

Put me on lockdown an' out back
An' when the ain't rollin', I sneak a sack
Let's make one 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 ain't feelin' the same way, 'Eject'
even give you 5 seconds

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

Rocks? Yeah, we got that but we don't 'em
What about glocks? Yeah, we got but we don't carry
Well, about plots?
Fo' we got those but we don't ever share 'em
We bury 'em in the of our mind until it's time to smash

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

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

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

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

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

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

An' on the intro, so big, so big