Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass shit off a little bit over an hour ago
My ace Boon 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 player hating OG's out there putting in work
From what I understand that shit ain't no turfs and drugs
It's over some and some jealous 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 them motherfuckers have it
Money talks and bullshit walks, I'm off to San
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 back to the town think
niggaz gonna get straight served
And a ballerish nigga me, young in the game straight having thangs
Taking bullshit from some ol' jealous ass OG's man

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

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

It's stanky, got my curiosity arousin'
See, a factor, he's worth seven hundred thousand
GTE mobile net 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, 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 ain't my forte so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's done bring the yellow

Bring the yellow
the yellow tape
Bring the yellow
The yellow

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

It's only a handful of suck 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 can't cash with niggaz
all down my ass

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

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

Help me pull these niggaz coat tails true
Find out where sleep by looking up there address on the computer
Herb hollard, "Bingo, we ride, my naga
Fake ass niggaz done there fingers in
Some permanent shit that they wipe off"

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

My get hard off this type shit, boy
Tell that botch to get the
On them niggaz spots
By tomorrow afternoon and on

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

Bring the yellow
the yellow tape
The yellow

Bring the yellow
The yellow
The yellow