Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over
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 camera what?
Yeah I did it like them white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm like I'm on Ecstasy
100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than African kids
I straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit little children
When I ride like 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 it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your
As I get roasted at Biggie posted on my wall
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what cost-ing

Yo, yo, bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign with two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few
In case niggaz test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my And test my game?
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in your buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
Locked up with dirty white and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin pops
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit work niggaz still in the spot
You it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and to Miami
is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is 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 tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a ounce
They got me I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or 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 heard? We got the mastered

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

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the
So niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm 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 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
the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans Adolf, you light crews
Now I on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave
Whips fatter than them they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson on that Bull

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

I know pop you can't stand us cause you 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 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
Shit main, switch
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is and throwin up, you know that
You wanna owe that man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I floss no more
I sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you stop us with your measly asses
We don't at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more on that joint