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
It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, can't be true
I'm vengeance for revenge, look what I do

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

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

Took a hit of the chronic dank to expand my relax nerves
When I get to the town just think
niggaz gonna get straight served
And a ballerish nigga like me, young in the straight having thangs
Taking this from some ol' jealous ass OG's man

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

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

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

I'm cool, he hecksa 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, fake out"
I said, "What time?" He said, "One o'
If traffic, go the back route"
Ya see, jobs ain't my forte so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's bring the yellow tape

Bring the tape
the yellow tape
Bring the yellow
The yellow

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

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

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

I know this one botch got my nigga
That just got out of jail's
She'll play hop scratch she for
Pacific Bell and she just maybe

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

Yeah, motherfuckers realize the size of this
Oh, it's gon' get done, three or four hot ones
Added on to the fire already got 'em
Ain't no kind of to me

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

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

Bring the yellow
the yellow tape
The tape

Bring the tape
The yellow
The tape