Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass shit jumped off a bit over an hour ago
My ace just 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 niggaz to be on
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 over some bitches and some niggaz 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 motherfuckers have it Nelf
Money talks and bullshit walks, I'm off to San
For some glocks and techno and a gang of ammo

Took a hit of the dank to expand my thoughts relax nerves
When I get back to the 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 having it, you want some I'll bring it to ya
Dagnamit, I you suckas already knew
Yes indeed, them act like they can't bleed
But them lies, I'm talking about the element of

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

gettin' stanky, got my curiosity arousin'
See, herbs a factor, worth seven hundred thousand
GTE mobile net cellular
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 hook up me and you at 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, sloppy jobs my forte so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's done the yellow tape

Bring the yellow
the yellow tape
Bring the tape
The yellow

Wassup, my Naga, you ready to
On these hoe ass block
That's me an Herb talking outside of
Smoking a beedie sittin' in my

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

Therefore I must by taking a few lives 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 this one botch that got my
That just got out of jail's
She'll play hop scratch she for
Pacific Bell and she just might

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

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

My dick get off this type shit, boy
Tell that to get the 707's
On them niggaz residential
By tomorrow and it's on

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

Bring the yellow
Bring the yellow
The yellow

the yellow tape
The tape
The tape