Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV ass
no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
Drop 100 bars for real 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 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 keep warm at stores
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you would was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it
Make niggaz lock it down, know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad deep, in foreign cars with two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, and a few heats
You wanna test my name? And test my game?
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
down on appeal 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 gotta your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and to Miami
Shit is now dog but it gets deeper
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 try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be my large gat
long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
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
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you 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 bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think the shit
So many niggaz on my I thought I lost my dick
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and em on my day off
nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves
I'm a meal stackin nigga who quick, still packin
For you Phil niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so 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 care about your album and whenever it drop
I care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro a whole lotta 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 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 ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, 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 your crib, no prisoners, pop your
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the
Whoa, watch your manners my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
Shit main, lanes
town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in to the brain
is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe man
hit you, get the picture? 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 measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
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 joint