Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the committed
To the death of me, I'm like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse them African kids
I ain't straight til my match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
When I ride like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, you keep warm at corner stores
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
Takin of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the up in the groove
And rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would 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
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
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 wanna 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 best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
Locked up with dirty white boys and

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
down on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I lose your family
Gangstas don't die, get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the 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 be without my large gat
long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
Doin the limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the county or fed
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the mastered

I you the pain was comin
You listen
You tried to play me like a
Now who got the last
Now take these bullets you to hell

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, might miss you, but man'll die
the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz to lose
to prove? Spit it, we can have 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 of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light
Now I concentrate on your camp, Jews
hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them they beat slaves with
I'm a meal nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on 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 your block and whoever you shot
I don't about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, for practice
or die nigga, hoppin in your 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 and get a glock
My name bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six eleven
You know me, slide my man my say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I know pop you can't us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, your manners when my veins pop like scanners
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, switch planes, bitch big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know
You don't wanna owe man
He'll hit you, get the picture? man
Gotta, love for war, I don't no more
I just sit on my money til I'm the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your asses
We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some beat on that joint