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 peelt at the store
It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, this be true
I'm cryin' vengeance for revenge, look I do

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

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

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

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

Bring the noise, who's fallin' like the big
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 stanky, got my curiosity arousin'
See, herbs a factor, worth seven hundred thousand
GTE mobile net cellular
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 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, 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 traffic, go the back route"
Ya see, sloppy jobs ain't my so no mistakes
We do it and when it's done bring the yellow tape

Bring the yellow
the yellow tape
Bring the tape
The yellow

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

It's only a of them 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 my gats but can't make cash with niggaz
Breathing all my ass

Therefore I must explore by taking a few lives to the score
My ace Boon, my sugar low, blood 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 baby
She'll hop scratch she works 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 stuck there fingers in
permanent shit that they can't wipe off"

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

My dick get off this type shit, boy
Tell botch to get the 707's
On them niggaz spots
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 we did it, I guess you could say we did that
And after niggaz gave me my 'spec

the yellow tape
Bring the tape
The tape

Bring the tape
The tape
The yellow