Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass shit jumped off a bit over an hour ago
My ace just got peelt at the corner store
unbelievable, I'm shocked, this can't be true
I'm vengeance for revenge, look what I do

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

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

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

I'm not having it, you want some funk I'll it to ya
Dagnamit, I thought you already knew
Yes indeed, them niggaz act like they bleed
But lies, I'm talking about the element of surprise

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

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

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

I said, "Roger", he said, "Over and out, don't out"
I said, "What time?" He said, "One o'
If it's traffic, go the route"
Ya see, sloppy jobs ain't my so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's done bring the yellow

the yellow tape
Bring the yellow
Bring the tape
The tape

Wassup, my Naga, you to ride
On these hoe ass busters
That's me an Herb talking outside of
a beedie sittin' in my Cutlass

It's only a handful of them suck L's, I can count them on my
Fuck, letting this die down, I'm ready to hear the fat singers
I'm 'bout my gats but can't make cash with
all down my ass

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

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

Help me pull these niggaz tails true [Incomprehensible]
Find out where they by looking up there address on the computer
hollard, "Bingo, tomorrow we ride, my naga
Fake ass niggaz stuck there fingers in
permanent shit that they can't wipe off"

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

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

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

the yellow tape
Bring the yellow
The tape

Bring the tape
The yellow
The tape