Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the like what?
I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than 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 shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the
Cause I tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the 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
to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you would was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's to apply it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad roll deep, in cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag coke to last a few weeks
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really test my name? And test my game?
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, when hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
down on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If rap shit 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 to Miami
is deep 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 gon' try it, niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a tape and a half ounce
They got me where I be without my large gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
Doin the speed or pushin red lines
Six in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, it's 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 We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was
You wouldn't
You tried to me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these bullets you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the
So niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
me fallin off, I'm camera 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 comin to
Somethin to Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and em on my day off
nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave
Whips fatter them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin who pull quick, still packin
For you Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, or a car
I don't care about your and whoever you shot
I don't care your album 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 hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to hell you, blow the L with you
the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, dick and get a glock
My name bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then
You know me, my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I know pop you can't stand us you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you the thunder 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, bitch 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 floss no more
I just sit on my 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
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put more beat on that joint