Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets 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 boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than African kids
I straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk like little children
When I 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, your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And rhymes to the poster, til I swear 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 time to it now
Pick out a 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
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few
You really wanna test my name? And test my
Until you have me, 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, 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, until I the margin
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm your pops
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 lose your family
Gangstas don't die, get chubby, and move to Miami
is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's 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 cats still to study my last bounce
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
Six months in the or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until bedtime
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had 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 play me a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think the shit
So niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
me fallin 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 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 a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to May off
Run with Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like
Flow hot a heatwave bitch
fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, packin
For you Phil niggaz on that Bull

I give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about block and whoever you shot
I care about your album and whenever it drop
I care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in casket
Bout to go to with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a
My name ring bells like at twelve o'clock
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) mozzarella

I pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get in the four dot six Range
Shit main, switch
Every town I hit, switch planes, flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you that
You wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I floss no more
I just sit on my 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
Multiple cars and divas with
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on joint