Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and From TV your ass
no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
Drop 100 for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African
I straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin
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 I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, wild whores
Jet-skiin, you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin block, the best way
Professionally, they'll poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie on my wall
shots 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 think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's

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

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on then I'm killin your pops
You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta your family
Gangstas don't die, get chubby, and move 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 try it, y'all 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 be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
Doin the speed or pushin red lines
Six in the county or fed time
I'ma be the nigga, until it's bedtime
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game

I told you the was comin
You listen
You to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last
Now take these with you to hell

You is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but man'll die
the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a
I lay off wet and kill 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 Germans than Adolf, you light
Now I concentrate on your camp, like
Flow hot like a bitch
fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin 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 don't about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you
I care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin with a whole lotta hash
Far as rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
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, suck and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six eleven
You know me, slide my man my say reload me
I and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I pop you can't stand us cause 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, watch your manners my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get brained in the dot six Range
Shit main, lanes
Every town I hit, planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know
You don't owe that man
hit you, get the picture? 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 don't at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some beat on that joint