Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

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

Called up my Mossie, told my niggaz to be on
Heard it was player hating OG's out there putting in work
From what I understand that shit ain't over no turfs and
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 have it
talks 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 relax nerves
When I get back to the town think
Them niggaz get straight served
And a ballerish nigga like me, young in the straight having thangs
this bullshit from some ol' jealous ass OG's man

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

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

gettin' stanky, got my curiosity arousin'
See, herbs a factor, he's seven hundred thousand
GTE net cellular communication
I got his voice number, let me try and page him

I'm hecka cool, he cool with me
He me back said, "Let's go party 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, fake out"
I said, "What time?" He said, "One o'
If traffic, go the back route"
Ya see, sloppy jobs my forte so no mistakes
We do it and when it's done bring the yellow tape

Bring the tape
Bring the tape
Bring the yellow
The tape

Wassup, my Naga, you ready to
On hoe ass block busters
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, this shit 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 explore by taking a few lives to even the score
My ace Boon, my sugar low, blood high [Incomprehensible]
Drinking and crying, two seven my stomach in and out

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

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

Yeah, motherfuckers fail realize the size of
Oh, it's get done, three or four more 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 that botch to get the
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 & Koch collection
And when we did it, I guess you say we did that
And after that niggaz gave me my

the yellow tape
Bring the tape
The yellow

Bring the tape
The yellow
The tape