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 From TV your ass
With no mask, at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African
I straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin
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 walk up in the
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, load 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 floss and don't give a what it's cost-ing

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

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit work niggaz still in the spot
You it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to
Shit is deep now dog but it gets
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 still 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 sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't 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
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
Ever had beef with, son is a
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
you heard? 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 these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the
So many niggaz on my nuts I I lost my dick
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz to lose
Somethin to Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet and kill 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 Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like
Flow hot a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on Bull

I don't give a who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you
I don't care about album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I 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, hoppin in casket
Bout to go to hell with you, the L with you
Tell the whole I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six eleven
You me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't us cause you cock them hammers
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I up the antenna
Whoa, watch manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you that
You don't wanna owe man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't no more
I just sit on my til I'm above the law
How the fuck you stop us with your measly asses
We stop 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 on that joint