Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like
Yeah I did it like them white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African
I ain't til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I fuckin care
If I strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little
I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I make it hot, floodin block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get roasted at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the up in the groove
And rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would was on Thorazine
How we and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in cars with two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag coke to last a few weeks
In case wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in your buildin vestibule
Perhaps best for you, to keep on walkin
from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on appeal I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta your family
Gangstas die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you buy it, I put it in a bag
You try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a ounce
They got me where I be without my large gat
long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
Six months in the or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until bedtime
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the mastered

I told you the pain was
You listen
You tried to play me a joke?
Now who got the last
Now take bullets with you to hell

You is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all comin to lose
Somethin to prove? it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to May off
Run with Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a bitch
Whips fatter than shits they beat slaves with
I'm a stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it
I don't care your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, in your casket
Bout to go to with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a
My name ring like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, my man my joint say reload me
I and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the
Whoa, watch your manners my veins pop like scanners
Like you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get brained in the dot six Range
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch big caine
with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and up, you know that
You wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't no more
I just sit on my money til I'm the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us your measly asses
We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with
Iceberg sweat I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on that