Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them 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 for a deal
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 up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little
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 warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, they'll find in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
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 don't a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all 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 coke to last a few
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And my game?
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on
Heat from the noggin, on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
Locked up dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the
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 and the price is much 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 bounce
Tell you what, get a tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be my large gat
long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
Six in the county or fed time
be the 'Kiss nigga, until 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 We got the game 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, don't Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your
I fuck to win, y'all 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, just to May off
Run with more Germans Adolf, you light crews
Now I on your camp, like Jews
hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on Bull

I don't give a who you are, so fuck who you are
I care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it
I don't care about your 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
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to hell you, blow the L with you
Tell the world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I know pop you stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like
raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't 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 take it in to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and up, you know that
You wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? man
Gotta, for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with measly asses
We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple and divas with D-classes
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some beat on that joint