Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
get it twisted
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 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 match the Motorola ?bid?
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, y'all talk shit like 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 warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie on my wall
Takin of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag coke to last a few weeks
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really test my name? And test my game?
Until you me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in your apartment vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
Locked up with white boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin your
You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and 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, niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still 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 sleeve, and my hardhat
matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the limit or pushin red lines
Six in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, it's bedtime
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the mastered

I told you the pain was
You wouldn't
You tried to me like a joke?
Now who got the last
Now take bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't 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
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin crew
I fuck to win, y'all comin to lose
Somethin to Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
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 more Germans than Adolf, you 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 nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that

I don't a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a bitch, watch or a car
I don't about your block and whoever you shot
I care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole hash
Far as rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in casket
Bout to go to hell with you, the L with you
the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then
You know me, slide my man my joint say me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I know pop you can't us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop scanners
Like you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
Shit main, 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 know
You don't owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? man
Gotta, love for war, I floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your asses
We don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with
Iceberg sweat I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that