Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass jumped off a little 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 ain't over no turfs and drugs
It's over some and some jealous niggaz with a grudge

Hot at the head, I'm up I wanna do 'em in myself
Hit me up in the and watch me
Let them motherfuckers it Nelf
Money and bullshit 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 thoughts nerves
When I get back to the town just
Them niggaz gonna get served
And a ballerish nigga like me, young in the game having thangs
this bullshit from some ol' jealous ass OG's man

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

the noise, who's fallin' like the big boys?
Heavens to Merkatroid, I'm ballin' like the big
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

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

I'm hecka cool, he hecksa cool me
He called me back said, "Let's go party on them E"
I said, "Where you at?"
He said, "Where you at?", I said, "I'm in Vallejo"
He said, "I tell you what, let's 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, sloppy jobs ain't my so no mistakes
We do it right and when done bring the yellow tape

Bring the yellow
Bring the yellow
the yellow tape
The yellow

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

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 hear the fat
I'm 'bout my gats but can't make with niggaz
all down my ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bring the yellow
Bring the yellow
The yellow

Bring the tape
The tape
The tape