Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

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

up my Mossie, told my niggaz to be on alert
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 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 motherfuckers have it
Money talks and walks, I'm off to San Leandro
For some glocks and chops and a gang of ammo

Took a hit of the chronic dank to my thoughts relax nerves
When I get to the town just think
Them niggaz gonna get served
And a ballerish nigga like me, in the game straight having thangs
this bullshit from some ol' jealous 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 niggaz act like they bleed
But them lies, I'm about the element of surprise

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

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

I'm hecka cool, he hecksa cool 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, let's 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 it's traffic, go the route"
Ya see, jobs ain't my forte so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's done bring the yellow

Bring the tape
Bring the tape
the yellow tape
The tape

Wassup, my Naga, you to ride
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 suck L's, I can count them on my fingers
Fuck, this shit die down, I'm ready to hear the fat singers
I'm 'bout my gats but can't make cash with
Breathing all my ass

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

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

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

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

My get hard off this type shit, boy
Tell botch to get the 707's
On niggaz residential spots
By tomorrow afternoon and on

Think I didn't, got on it away
Finally got me a to use my
& Koch collection throw-aways
And when we did it, I guess you say we did that
And that niggaz gave me my 'spec

the yellow tape
Bring the tape
The tape

the yellow tape
The tape
The tape