Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass shit jumped off a little bit over an ago
My ace Boon got peelt at the corner store
It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, this be true
I'm cryin' vengeance for revenge, what I do

Called up my Mossie, told my to be on alert
Heard it was some player hating OG's out there putting in
what I understand that shit ain't over no turfs and drugs
It's over some 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 and watch me
Let them motherfuckers it Nelf
Money talks and bullshit walks, I'm off to San
For some glocks and chops and a gang of ammo

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

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

Bring the noise, fallin' 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
on his dick with a pair of appliers, got him for a bird

It's gettin' stanky, got my curiosity
See, herbs a factor, he's worth hundred thousand
GTE mobile net communication
I got his voice mail number, let me try and him

I'm hecka cool, he hecksa with 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 bring the yellow tape

Bring the yellow
Bring the tape
the yellow tape
The yellow

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

It's only a handful of them L's, I can count them on my fingers
Fuck, letting this shit die down, I'm to hear the fat singers
I'm 'bout my gats but make cash with niggaz
all down my ass

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

I know this one 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 niggaz coat tails [Incomprehensible]
Find out where they sleep by looking up there address on the
hollard, "Bingo, tomorrow we ride, my naga
Fake ass niggaz stuck there fingers in
Some shit that they can't wipe off"

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

My dick get hard off this 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 could say we did
And that niggaz gave me my 'spec

the yellow tape
Bring the yellow
The yellow

the yellow tape
The tape
The tape