Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV ass
no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them white boys the court committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
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 straight til my numbers match the Motorola
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of til I fall
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what cost-ing

Yo, yo, bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
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
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my
Until you me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on
Heat from the noggin, on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on 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 it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and to Miami
is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a ounce
They got me I can't be without my large gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't if I'm openin up, or headline
the speed limit or pushin red lines
Six in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game

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

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

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

I know pop you stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, up in Atlanta
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get brained in the dot six Range
main, switch lanes
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and up, you know that
You don't owe that man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak 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 stop us with measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
Multiple cars and with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some beat on that joint