Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV ass
no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm than them African 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 strapped means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of til I fall
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on
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 town and tie it
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all 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 coke to a few weeks
In case niggaz test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna my name? And test my game?
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in apartment buildin 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, until I reach the
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
Locked up with dirty boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
down on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and to Miami
is deep now dog but it gets 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, y'all niggaz deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my last
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 matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or red lines
Six months in the county or fed
be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's 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 pain was
You listen
You tried to me like a joke?
Now who got the last
Now take these with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the
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
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 niggaz and em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a off
the whole month 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 like a bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they slaves with
I'm a stackin nigga who pull 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 care about your and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and it drop
I care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten 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
the whole world 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 past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I know pop you can't stand us you cock them hammers
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, your 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
Shit main, switch
Every town I hit, switch planes, flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know
You don't owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? man
Gotta, for war, I don't floss no more
I sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly
We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and with D-classes
Iceberg sweat I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more on that joint