Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass jumped off a little bit over an hour ago
My ace Boon just got peelt at the corner
It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, this be true
I'm cryin' for revenge, look what I do

Called up my Mossie, told my to be on alert
it was some player hating OG's out there putting in work
From what I understand that ain't over no turfs and drugs
It's over bitches and some jealous niggaz with a grudge

Hot at the head, I'm fired up I wanna do 'em in
Hit me up in the and watch me
Let motherfuckers have it Nelf
Money talks and walks, I'm off to San Leandro
For some and techno chops and a gang of ammo

Took a hit of the chronic dank to expand my thoughts nerves
When I get back to the just think
Them niggaz get straight served
And a ballerish nigga like me, in the game straight having thangs
this bullshit from some ol' jealous ass OG's man

I'm not having it, you want some funk bring it to ya
Dagnamit, I thought you suckas already
Yes indeed, them niggaz act they can't bleed
But them lies, I'm talking about the element of

Bring the noise, who's fallin' like the big
to Merkatroid, I'm ballin' like the big boys
I just got word, I heard the same niggaz my partner herb
Pulled on his dick a pair of appliers, got him for a bird

It's stanky, got my curiosity arousin'
See, herbs a factor, he's seven hundred thousand
GTE net cellular communication
I got his voice number, let me try and page him

I'm cool, he hecksa cool with me
He called me back said, "Let's go on them fools E"
I said, "Where you at?"
He said, "Where you at?", I said, "I'm in Vallejo"
He said, "I tell you what, hook up me and you at Dennys in the Vill"

I said, "Roger", he said, "Over and out, fake out"
I said, "What time?" He said, "One o'
If it's traffic, go the route"
Ya see, sloppy jobs my forte so no mistakes
We do it and when it's done bring the yellow tape

the yellow tape
Bring the tape
Bring the yellow
The yellow

Wassup, my Naga, you ready to
On hoe ass block busters
me an Herb talking outside of Denny's
Smoking a beedie sittin' in my

It's only a handful of them L's, I can count them on my fingers
Fuck, letting this die down, I'm ready to hear the fat singers
I'm 'bout my gats but make cash with niggaz
Breathing all my ass

Therefore I must explore by taking a few to even the score
My ace Boon, my sugar low, blood pressure high
Drinking and crying, two seven my stomach in and out

I know this one that got my nigga
That just got out of baby
play hop scratch she works for
Pacific Bell and she might maybe

Help me pull these niggaz coat true [Incomprehensible]
out where they sleep by looking up there address on the computer
Herb hollard, "Bingo, tomorrow we ride, my
Fake ass niggaz done there fingers in
Some shit that they can't wipe off"

Yeah, motherfuckers fail the size of this
Oh, it's gon' get done, three or four more hot
Added on to the fire that got 'em
Ain't no of [Incomprehensible] to me

My get hard off this type shit, boy
Tell that to get the 707's
On them residential spots
By tomorrow and it's on

Think I didn't, got on it right
Finally got me a to use my
Heckler & Koch throw-aways
And when we did it, I you could say we did that
And after that niggaz gave me my

the yellow tape
Bring the yellow
The tape

Bring the yellow
The tape
The tape