Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

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

Called up my Mossie, told my to be on alert
Heard it was some player hating OG's out there in work
From what I understand that shit ain't over no turfs and
It's over some bitches and jealous niggaz with a grudge

Hot at the head, I'm fired up I wanna do 'em in
Hit me up in the corner and me
Let them motherfuckers have it
Money and bullshit walks, I'm off to San Leandro
For some glocks and techno and a gang of ammo

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

I'm not having it, you want funk I'll bring it to ya
Dagnamit, I thought you suckas already
Yes indeed, them niggaz act like they can't
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, herbs a factor, he's worth seven hundred
GTE mobile net 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 them E"
I said, "Where you at?"
He said, "Where you at?", I said, "I'm in Vallejo"
He said, "I tell you what, hook 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, sloppy jobs ain't my so no mistakes
We do it right and it's done bring the yellow tape

Bring the tape
Bring the tape
the yellow tape
The yellow

Wassup, my Naga, you to ride
On these hoe ass block
That's me an Herb 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, this shit die down, I'm ready to hear the fat singers
I'm 'bout my gats but can't make with niggaz
all down my ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bring the yellow
the yellow tape
The tape

Bring the yellow
The tape
The yellow