Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up I blast and Banned From TV your ass
no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white the court committed
To the death of me, I'm like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a
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 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 shit like children
I ride mine like bitched when 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 your block, the way
Professionally, they'll find in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I
Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
My team, you think 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
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 roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to last a few
In case niggaz wanna test, and a few heats
You really wanna my name? And test my game?
Until you me, test my aim?
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin
it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat the noggin, keep 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 reach the
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with white boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to
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 try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of still tryin to study my last bounce
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or red lines
Six in the county or fed time
be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was
You listen
You tried to me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to

You motherfuckers is sick, think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I my dick
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? 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
nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like
hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they slaves with
I'm a stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson on that Bull

I don't give a 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 and whoever you shot
I don't care about album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda
I'm too lightin 'dro with a whole 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 hell you, blow the L with you
Tell the world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, dick and get a glock
My ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I know pop you can't us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get brained in the four dot six
Shit main, lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
is noddin 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 floss no more
I sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your asses
We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some beat on that joint