Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass jumped off a little 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 vengeance for revenge, look what I do

Called up my Mossie, told my to be on alert
Heard it was some player hating out there putting in work
From what I understand that shit ain't no turfs and drugs
over 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 corner and me
Let them motherfuckers have it
Money talks and walks, I'm off to San Leandro
For some glocks and techno chops and a of ammo

Took a hit of the chronic dank to expand my relax nerves
When I get to the town just think
niggaz gonna get straight served
And a ballerish like 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 funk I'll bring it to ya
Dagnamit, I thought you already knew
Yes indeed, them niggaz act they can't bleed
But them lies, I'm talking the element of surprise

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 niggaz robbed my herb
on his dick with a pair of appliers, got him for a bird

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

I'm cool, he hecksa cool with me
He called me 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 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 traffic, go the back route"
Ya see, sloppy jobs ain't my forte so no
We do it right and when it's done bring the tape

Bring the tape
the yellow tape
Bring the tape
The yellow

Wassup, my Naga, you to ride
On these hoe ass busters
me an Herb talking outside of Denny's
Smoking a sittin' 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 ready to 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 lives to the score
My ace Boon, my sugar low, pressure high [Incomprehensible]
Drinking and crying, two four seven my in and out

I know this one botch got my nigga
just got out of jail's baby
She'll hop scratch she works for
Bell and she just might maybe

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

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

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

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

the yellow tape
Bring the tape
The yellow

the yellow tape
The tape
The tape