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 blast and From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the like what?
Yeah I did it like sick white boys the court committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African
I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin
If I ain't strapped 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
I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
Takin shots of Louie til I
Nuttin to lose, just load the 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 what it's

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's to apply it now
Pick out a quiet 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 cars with two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few
In case wanna 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 apartment buildin vestibule
it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, 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 to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you 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, get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets
it, the weather's 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 niggaz can't it
Lot of still tryin to study my last bounce
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed or pushin red lines
Six in the county 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
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

I you the pain was comin
You listen
You to play me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the
So many niggaz on my I thought I lost my dick
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to
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
the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more than Adolf, you light crews
Now I on your camp, like Jews
hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, packin
For you Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, or a car
I don't care about block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it
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 steps ahead of
Shootin backwards, for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in casket
Bout to go to hell with you, the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em 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, 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) spendin

I know pop you stand 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, your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get brained in the four dot six
Shit main, lanes
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you that
You don't owe that man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no
I just sit on my til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple and divas with D-classes
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on joint