Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I and Banned From TV your ass
no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
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 straight til my numbers the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin
If I ain't strapped that I took em off my Nike 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, with whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your
As I get lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just the clip 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 give a fuck 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 niggaz lock it down, know where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough to last a few weeks
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my
niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's for you, to keep on walkin
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap don't 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 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 gon' try it, 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 without my gat
long 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
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game

I you the pain was comin
You listen
You tried to me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I my dick
me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm 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 nuttin for me to a trey off
Murder the whole of April nigga, just to take May off
Run more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, Jews
Flow hot a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than shits they beat slaves with
I'm a stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil niggaz on that Bull

I don't a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you
I don't about your album and whenever it drop
I care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a lotta hash
Far as rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L you
the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then
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 stand us cause you cock them
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my 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
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the
Muh'fukas is and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, for war, I don't 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 don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on that