Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass shit jumped off a little bit over an ago
My ace Boon just got peelt at the store
It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, can't be true
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 over no turfs and drugs
It's over bitches and some jealous niggaz with a grudge

Hot at the head, I'm up I wanna do 'em in myself
Hit me up in the and watch 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 to expand my thoughts relax nerves
When I get back to the town just
Them niggaz get straight served
And a ballerish nigga like me, young in the straight having thangs
Taking this bullshit from some ol' jealous ass man

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

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

gettin' stanky, got my curiosity arousin'
See, herbs a factor, he's worth seven thousand
GTE mobile net cellular
I got his voice mail number, let me try and 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, 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 ain't my forte so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's done the yellow tape

the yellow tape
Bring the tape
the yellow tape
The yellow

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

It's a handful of them suck L's, I can count them on my fingers
Fuck, letting this shit die down, I'm ready to the fat singers
I'm 'bout my gats but can't cash with niggaz
Breathing all my ass

I must explore by taking a few lives to even the score
My ace Boon, my sugar low, blood pressure high
Drinking and crying, two four seven my in and out

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

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

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

My get hard off this type shit, boy
that botch to get the 707's
On them residential spots
By tomorrow and it's on

Think I didn't, got on it right
got me a chance to use my
Heckler & collection throw-aways
And when we did it, I guess you say we did that
And after that niggaz me my 'spec

the yellow tape
Bring the yellow
The tape

Bring the yellow
The yellow
The yellow