Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
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 them sick white boys the court committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for like 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 match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't care
If I ain't strapped that 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 keep warm at corner
I make it hot, floodin block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I
Nuttin to lose, just load the up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
out a quiet town and tie it down
Make lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few
In case wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my
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
prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when 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 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 The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work still in the spot
You it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to
is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the 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 study my bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a ounce
got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or 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
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the mastered

I told you the was comin
You wouldn't
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 I lost my dick
me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but man'll die
What's the difference? way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all comin to lose
Somethin to prove? it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a off
Murder the month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave
Whips fatter than shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, packin
For you Phil Jackson on that Bull

I give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your and whoever you shot
I don't care about your and whenever it drop
I care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps of niggaz
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, in your casket
to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a
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) mozzarella

I know pop you can't us cause 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, watch your when my veins pop like scanners
raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get in the four dot six Range
Shit main, switch
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big
Flow no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you that
You wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no
I just sit on my til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna us with your measly asses
We don't at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
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