Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the like what?
Yeah I did it them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
Drop 100 bars for real I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African
I ain't straight til my numbers the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't care
If I ain't strapped that I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin block, the best way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at posted on my wall
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you would think was on
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's

Yo, yo, bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a town and tie it down
Make lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to last a few
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few
You wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you me, test my aim?
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on
Heat from the noggin, on sparkin
prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets
Fuck it, the nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my last
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half
They got me where I can't be my large gat
long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed or pushin red lines
Six months in the or fed time
be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
Ever had with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game

I you the pain was comin
You listen
You to play me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these bullets you to hell

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

I give a fuck 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 block and you shot
I don't care about your and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps of niggaz
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in casket
Bout to go to hell you, blow the L with you
Tell the world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck and get a glock
My name ring like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm past 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) spendin

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