Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over
Don't get it
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 boys the committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the is, I'm worse than them 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 strapped means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit little children
I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you warm at corner stores
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I
to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's to apply it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
Make niggaz it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz test, vest and a few heats
You really test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, my aim?
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
Locked up with white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap shit work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose family
Gangstas die, they 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 gon' try it, y'all niggaz deny it
Lot of cats tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat 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 openin up, or
Doin the speed or pushin red lines
Six months in the or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

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

You motherfuckers is sick, think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin crew
I fuck to win, niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and em on my day off
Ain't for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, to take May off
Run with more Germans Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, Jews
Flow hot like a bitch
Whips fatter than shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so who you are
I don't care about a bitch, watch or a car
I don't care your block and whoever you shot
I don't about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a lotta hash
Far as rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
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 niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then
You me, slide 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 your
Locked in the slammer? Nope, up in Atlanta
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like
Like raindrops you hear the thunder I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get in the four dot six Range
Shit main, lanes
Every town I hit, planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know
You wanna owe that man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak 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 measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
Multiple cars and with D-classes
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on that