Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm than them African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers the Motorola ?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, talk shit like little children
When I mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild
Jet-skiin, you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
Takin of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you would think was on
How we floss and don't give a what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's to apply it now
Pick out a town and tie it down
Make niggaz it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to a few weeks
In case niggaz test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in your buildin vestibule
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, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin cheese sandwiches, 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 feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to
Shit is now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much
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 to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half
got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
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
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game

I you the pain was comin
You wouldn't
You tried to play me 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 I lost my dick
me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but man'll die
the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a
I lay off wet niggaz and em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to May off
Run with Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still
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 care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care your album and whenever it drop
I don't 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 ahead of
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L you
the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six eleven
You know me, 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 grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my pop like 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
Shit main, switch
Every town I hit, switch planes, flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you that
You wanna owe that man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no
I just sit on my money til I'm the law
How the you gonna stop us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
Multiple and divas with D-classes
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more on that joint