Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
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 like
Yeah I did it like sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm like I'm on Ecstasy
100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African
I ain't straight til my match the Motorola ?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 talk shit like little
When I ride mine like bitched I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
Takin shots of til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, time to apply it now
out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to last a few
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my
Until you have me, my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, testricles
Hit you up in apartment buildin vestibule
it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, when hawkin
Out on the strip, I reach the margin
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
Locked up with dirty boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I 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 don't work niggaz still in the
You bring it to me, I gotta lose 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 tryin to study my bounce
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my 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 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 game

I you the pain was comin
You wouldn't
You tried to play me a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to

You is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to
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 nigga, just to take May off
Run with Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave
fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still
For you Phil Jackson 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 don't care about your album and whenever it
I don't care about 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
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, in your casket
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 tell niggaz quick, dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve
I'm past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, up in Atlanta
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get brained in the four dot six
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the
is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe 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 you gonna stop us with your measly asses
We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some beat on that joint