Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
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 kids
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 that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I up in the building
I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep at corner stores
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I
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, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to last a few
In case niggaz wanna test, and a few heats
You really test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your buildin vestibule
it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, 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
Locked up with dirty white boys and

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 don't niggaz still in the spot
You it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half
They got me where I can't be without my gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
Six months in the county or fed
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
Ever had beef with, son is a
Anytime I 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 last
Now these bullets with you to hell

You is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I my dick
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but man'll die
the difference? 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 nuttin for me to bust a off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, to take May off
Run with more Germans Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a bitch
Whips fatter them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Jackson 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 care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your and whenever it drop
I don't care your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole hash
Far as rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve
I'm half seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say me
I ruffryde and pop a for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, up in Atlanta
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop scanners
raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get brained in the four dot six
main, switch lanes
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you that
You wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm the law
How the you gonna stop us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more on that joint