Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass 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 vengeance for revenge, look what I do

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

I'm not it, you want 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 talking the element of surprise

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

It's stanky, got my curiosity arousin'
See, herbs a factor, he's worth seven hundred
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 back said, "Let's go party on 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 it's traffic, go the route"
Ya see, sloppy ain't my forte so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's done bring the tape

the yellow 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 beedie in my Cutlass

It's only a handful of them suck L's, I can count on my fingers
Fuck, letting this shit die down, I'm to hear 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 [Incomprehensible]
Drinking and crying, two four my stomach in and out

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

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

Yeah, motherfuckers fail realize the of this
Oh, it's gon' get done, three or more hot ones
Added on to the fire already got 'em
Ain't no of [Incomprehensible] to me

My dick get hard off type shit, boy
Tell botch to get the 707's
On them residential spots
By afternoon and it's on

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

the yellow tape
Bring the tape
The tape

Bring the tape
The tape
The yellow