Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera what?
Yeah I did it like them white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for 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 Motorola
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that means I em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
When I ride like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep at corner 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 shots of til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove
And rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
out a quiet town 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 foreign with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few
You wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, 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, when hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal I'm killin your pops
You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the
You it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is now dog but it gets deeper
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, y'all can't deny it
Lot of still tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a ounce
They got me where I can't be my large gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or 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 beef with, son is a
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the mastered

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

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

I give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care a pretty 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 asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the hit you
I niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say me
I ruffryde and pop a for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the
Whoa, watch your when my veins pop like scanners
raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get brained in the four dot six
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, 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 don't wanna owe man
He'll hit you, get the picture? 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 D-classes
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more on that joint