Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

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

Called up my Mossie, my niggaz to be on alert
Heard it was some player hating out there putting in work
From what I that shit ain't over no turfs and drugs
It's some bitches and some jealous niggaz with 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 it Nelf
Money and bullshit walks, I'm off to San Leandro
For some glocks and chops and a gang of ammo

Took a hit of the chronic to expand my thoughts relax nerves
When I get back to the town think
Them niggaz gonna get served
And a nigga like me, young in the game straight having thangs
Taking this from some ol' jealous ass OG's man

I'm not having it, you want some funk bring it to ya
Dagnamit, I thought you already knew
Yes indeed, them niggaz act like can't 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 like the big boys
I just got word, I heard the same niggaz my partner herb
on his dick with a pair of appliers, got him for a bird

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

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

Bring the tape
Bring the yellow
Bring the tape
The yellow

Wassup, my Naga, you ready to
On these hoe ass busters
That's me an talking outside of Denny's
a beedie sittin' in my Cutlass

It's only a handful of suck L's, I can count them on my fingers
Fuck, letting shit die down, I'm ready to hear the fat singers
I'm 'bout my but can't make 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 that got my nigga
That just got out of jail's
She'll play hop scratch she for
Bell and she just might maybe

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

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

My dick get hard off type shit, boy
that botch to get the 707's
On them residential spots
By afternoon 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 that niggaz me my 'spec

Bring the yellow
Bring the tape
The yellow

Bring the yellow
The yellow
The tape