Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the up 'fore 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 like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm than them African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers match the ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Airs
Get off mine, y'all shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I up in the building
Cause I tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you warm at corner stores
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at posted on my wall
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove
And kick to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would was on Thorazine
How we and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a town and tie it down
niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I 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 And test my game?
Until you have me, test my
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's for you, to keep on walkin
from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white and Ricans

Now if I you I probably 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 niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I lose your family
Gangstas die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it deeper
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 can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to my last bounce
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or red lines
Six months in the county or fed
be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
Ever had with, son is a bastard
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

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

You is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
Hammers fly, might you, but your man'll die
What's the Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can a sprayoff
I lay off wet and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to a trey off
Murder the whole month of 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 they beat slaves
I'm a meal nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil niggaz on that Bull

I don't a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care your 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 rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, for practice
or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L you
Tell the world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like at twelve o'clock
I'm half seven, bust six then eleven
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 them hammers
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
in the slammer? 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 the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get in the four dot six Range
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in to the brain
is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You don't owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? 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 stop us with measly asses
We don't at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas D-classes
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on that