Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
no mask, look at the camera 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 for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers match the ?bid?
And the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk like little children
When I mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your
As I get roasted at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin 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 give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
Pick out a town and tie it down
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
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 test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my
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, keep on
prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when hawkin
Out on the strip, I reach the margin
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm 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 lose your
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to
Shit is 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 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
got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon 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 it's
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

I told you the was comin
You wouldn't
You tried to me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take bullets with you to hell

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

I don't a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't about your album and whenever it drop
I don't about 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
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to with you, blow the L with you
the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a
My name ring bells Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then
You me, slide 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 cause you cock hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get brained in the four dot six
Shit main, lanes
town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is and throwin up, you know that
You wanna owe that man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't no more
I sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us your measly asses
We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some beat on that joint