Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera what?
Yeah I did it them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a
If I ain't hungry, who the is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight til my match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin
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, while you keep warm at corner
I make it hot, floodin block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at posted on my wall
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we floss and give 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 squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few
You really wanna test my name? And my game?
Until you me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in your buildin vestibule
Perhaps best for you, to keep on walkin
from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap shit work niggaz still in the spot
You it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it deeper
it, the weather's nice and the price is much 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 cats still tryin to my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half
They got me where I be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
the speed limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the county or fed
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
Ever had with, son is a bastard
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 last
Now take bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't Sauce the shit
So many on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your
I to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to Spit 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 whole month of April nigga, to take May off
Run with Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, Jews
hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who quick, still packin
For you Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, or a car
I don't care your block and whoever you shot
I care about your album 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 this rap shit, I'm ten ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, for practice
or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the 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 know me, slide my man my joint say me
I and pop a fella 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 grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners my veins pop like scanners
Like you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
Shit main, switch
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you 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 don't floss no
I just sit on my til I'm above the law
How the fuck you stop us with your measly asses
We don't at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more on that joint