Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned TV your ass
With no mask, at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz 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 than them African kids
I ain't til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the
Cause I catch 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 shots of til I fall
to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
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
out a quiet town 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
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few
In case niggaz test, vest and a few heats
You really test 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 from the noggin, keep on
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, I reach the margin
Not to meet 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
Come down on appeal then I'm 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 lose your
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 price is 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 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 my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the or fed time
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 play me like a
Now who got the laugh?
Now take bullets with you to hell

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

I don't give a who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, or a car
I don't care about your block and you shot
I care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of
Shootin backwards, for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to hell you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm 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 past seven, bust six then
You me, slide 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 your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
in the slammer? Nope, popped 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 thunder when I the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit 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 vain/vein to the
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know
You wanna 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 your measly
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
Multiple cars and with D-classes
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more on that joint