Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up I blast and Banned From TV your ass
no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like 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 straight til my numbers the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't care
If I ain't strapped means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk like little children
I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, wild whores
Jet-skiin, you keep warm at corner stores
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find in your X-Ray
As I get lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's to apply it now
Pick out a town 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 case niggaz test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, my aim?
niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment vestibule
Perhaps best for you, to keep on walkin
from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, I reach the margin
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white and Ricans

Now if I you I probably 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
don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets
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 cats tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a tape and a half ounce
They got me I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
the speed limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the county or fed
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 mastered

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

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

I give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, for practice
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 niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at o'clock
I'm half seven, bust six then eleven
You me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I know pop you can't stand us you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like
Like raindrops you hear the when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get brained in the four dot six
Shit main, switch
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you 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 fuck you gonna us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on joint