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 camera what?
Yeah I did it like them sick boys the court committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a
If I hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I fuckin care
If I ain't that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit little children
When I ride mine like when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep at corner stores
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie on my wall
Takin of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the
And kick to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
Pick out a town and tie it down
Make lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few
You really wanna test my name? And test my
Until you have me, my aim?
niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin
it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin pops
You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to
Shit is 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 tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or red lines
Six months in the county or fed
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until bedtime
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had with, son is a bastard
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game

I you the pain was comin
You listen
You tried to play me a joke?
Now who got the last
Now take these bullets with you to

You is sick, don't think 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 man'll die
the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all comin to lose
to prove? Spit it, we can have 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 on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a bitch
Whips fatter than them they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that

I give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and 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 lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, the L with you
Tell the world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us cause you them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your
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, ain't changed
Get brained in the four dot six
Shit main, switch
Every town I hit, planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know
You don't wanna owe man
He'll hit you, get the picture? man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no
I sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your asses
We don't at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put more beat on that joint