Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some ass shit jumped off a little bit over an hour ago
My ace Boon just got peelt at the corner
It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, 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 OG's out there putting in work
From what I understand that ain't over no turfs and drugs
It's over some bitches and some niggaz with a grudge

Hot at the head, I'm fired up I do 'em in myself
Hit me up in the corner and me
Let them have it Nelf
Money talks and 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 thoughts nerves
When I get back to the town think
niggaz gonna get straight served
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 some funk I'll bring it to ya
Dagnamit, I thought you suckas already
Yes indeed, them act like they can't bleed
But them lies, I'm about the element of surprise

Bring the noise, who's like the big boys?
Heavens to Merkatroid, I'm ballin' like the big
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 gettin' stanky, got my curiosity
See, herbs a factor, he's seven hundred thousand
GTE net cellular communication
I got his mail number, let me try and page him

I'm hecka cool, he hecksa with me
He called me 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, 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, jobs ain't my forte so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's done the yellow tape

Bring the yellow
the yellow tape
Bring the yellow
The yellow

Wassup, my Naga, you to ride
On these hoe ass block
me an Herb talking outside of Denny's
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 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 to even the score
My ace Boon, my low, blood pressure high [Incomprehensible]
Drinking and crying, two four my stomach in and out

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

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

Yeah, motherfuckers realize the size of this
Oh, it's gon' get done, or four more hot ones
Added on to the that already got 'em
no kind of [Incomprehensible] to me

My dick get off this type shit, boy
Tell that to get the 707's
On them niggaz residential
By tomorrow 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 niggaz gave me my 'spec

Bring the yellow
Bring the yellow
The tape

Bring the yellow
The yellow
The yellow