Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
Drop 100 bars for real I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm than them African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers match the ?bid?
And the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
When I mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at posted on my wall
Takin shots of til I fall
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And kick to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would was on Thorazine
How we and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, time to apply it now
Pick out a town and tie it down
niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough to last a few weeks
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And my game?
Until you have me, test my
Y'all niggaz nuts, testricles
Hit you up in your buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on
from 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
cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with white boys and Ricans

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 don't work niggaz still in the
You it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to
Shit is now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you buy it, I put it in a bag
You try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the limit or pushin 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
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game

I told you the pain was
You wouldn't
You tried to play me 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, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to
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 a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light
Now I concentrate on your camp, like
hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on Bull

I don't a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your and whenever it drop
I don't care about past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to hell you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My ring bells like Sunday at twelve 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) mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop scanners
Like raindrops you hear the when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get in the four dot six Range
Shit main, lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, for war, I don't floss no more
I sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the you gonna 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! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on joint