Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

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

Put me on lockdown an' sneak out
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 ain't feelin' the same way, press
I'll even give you 5

Yeah, Tabasco,

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

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

I'm a top notch nigga, hand an' cotch
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, through the halls
I roam with the Young Assasins, where I belong

Put me on lockdown an' sneak out
An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I a sack
Let's make one clear, this ain't no democracy
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 ain't feelin' the same way, 'Eject'
even give you 5 seconds

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

Yeah, we got that but we don't wear 'em
What about glocks? Yeah, we got those but we don't
Well, what plots?
Fo' sho' we got those but we don't ever 'em
We bury 'em in the back of our mind it's time to smash

Only in it temporary for
An' stearin' clear 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 by the rules, ride 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 this money an'

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

I noticed a y'all pups like to bark
But don't hit the fence at night 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 clothin', it's pitiful
the situation, hypocritical
Cynical criminals, indespicable
Supplyin' the heat, rocks bumpin' yo' digital

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

An' on the intro, so big, so big