Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Seconds

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

Put me on an' sneak out back
An' when the cameras rollin', I sneak a sack
Let's make one clear, this ain't no democracy
Not you listenin' 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 feelin' the same way, press 'Eject'
I'll 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, Roscoe'll boss all the track
He make the 'Girls All Pause', yeah, 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 tryin' to do it all, can't see Hall
Too booty 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 cameras ain't rollin', I a sack
Let's make one thing clear, this 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 the same way, press 'Eject'
even give you 5 seconds

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

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

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

It's YA 'til we die, do or die,
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 an' shake

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

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

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

Whenever you dippin' through the
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