Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

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

up my Mossie, told my niggaz to be on alert
Heard it was some player hating OG's out putting in work
From what I understand that ain't over 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 motherfuckers it Nelf
Money talks and walks, I'm off to San Leandro
For some glocks and techno chops and a of ammo

a hit of the chronic dank to expand my thoughts relax nerves
When I get to the town just think
Them gonna get straight served
And a ballerish nigga like me, young in the straight having thangs
Taking this bullshit 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 niggaz act they can't bleed
But them lies, I'm talking about the of surprise

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

It's gettin' stanky, got my curiosity
See, herbs a factor, he's seven hundred thousand
GTE net cellular communication
I got his voice mail number, let me try and 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 hook up me and you at in the Vill"

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

Bring the yellow
Bring the tape
Bring the yellow
The tape

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

It's only a handful of them suck L's, I can count them on my
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

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 four my stomach in and out

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

me pull these niggaz coat 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 done there fingers in
Some permanent that they can't wipe off"

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

My dick get hard off this shit, boy
Tell botch to get the 707's
On them niggaz spots
By afternoon and it's on

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

the yellow tape
Bring the yellow
The tape

the yellow tape
The tape
The tape