Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like
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 like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them kids
I ain't straight til my match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like children
When I ride mine bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I
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 pipes, it's time 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 roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few
You wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, testricles
Hit you up in your apartment vestibule
Perhaps it's 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
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap shit don't niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and to Miami
Shit is now dog but it gets 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, y'all can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to 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 sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
the speed limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the county or fed
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, it's bedtime
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

I told you the was comin
You wouldn't
You tried to play me like a
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 I lost my dick
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 niggaz to lose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can a sprayoff
I lay off wet and kill em on my day off
nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like
Flow hot like a bitch
fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that

I don't a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't about your block and whoever you shot
I care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro a whole lotta hash
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 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 seven, bust six then eleven
You me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in
Crossed up in a drop I up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
main, switch 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 noddin and throwin up, you know
You wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't no more
I just sit on my til I'm above the law
How the you gonna stop us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put more beat on that joint