Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and From TV your 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
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 numbers the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all shit like little children
When I ride mine like when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your
As I get roasted at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you would think was on
How we and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few
You really wanna test my name? And test my
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to 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 the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty 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, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap shit don't work still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta your family
Gangstas die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much
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 my large gat
long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
Six months in the county or fed
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
had beef with, son is a bastard
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 laugh?
Now these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, think Sauce the shit
So niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz to lose
Somethin to prove? it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and 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 more Germans than Adolf, you light
Now I on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a bitch
fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so 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 care about album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in casket
Bout to go to with you, blow the L with you
Tell the world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a
My name ring like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm past seven, bust six then eleven
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 pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like
Like raindrops you the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get in the four dot six Range
Shit main, switch
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 up, you know that
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 asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
Multiple cars and divas D-classes
Iceberg sweat I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on joint