Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real 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 From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white the court committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse them African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers match the ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? I don't fuckin care
If I ain't that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the
Cause I tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
Takin of Louie til I fall
to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
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 to apply it now
out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know 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, and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And my game?
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment vestibule
it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on appeal I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I lose your family
don't die, they 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 gon' try it, y'all can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half
They got me where I can't be without my 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
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
Ever had beef with, son is a
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

I you the pain was comin
You wouldn't
You tried to play me a joke?
Now who got the last
Now these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I my dick
me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your die
What's the Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
to prove? Spit 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 nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you crews
Now I concentrate on camp, like Jews
hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson 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 your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and it drop
I care 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 steps of niggaz
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, in your casket
to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve
I'm half past seven, bust six then
You me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

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, up in Atlanta
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop scanners
Like raindrops you the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get in the four dot six Range
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you 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 sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with measly asses
We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more on that joint