Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it
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 them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
Drop 100 for real 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 ? ? like I don't care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like children
When I ride mine like when I walk up in the building
Cause I tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I make it hot, floodin block, the best way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
Takin shots of Louie til I
Nuttin to lose, just load the up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
My team, you would think was on
How we floss and don't give a fuck what cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
Make niggaz it down, y'all know where 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 a few weeks
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin
it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot never see me at the
of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap shit 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
Shit is deep now dog but it 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 still tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a 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 or pushin red lines
Six months in the county or fed
I'ma be the nigga, until it's bedtime
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was
You wouldn't
You to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last
Now take bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't Sauce the shit
So niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your die
What's the difference? way I'm stunnin your crew
I to win, y'all niggaz 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 concentrate on camp, like Jews
Flow hot a heatwave bitch
Whips than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so who you are
I don't care about a bitch, watch or a car
I don't care your block and whoever you shot
I don't care your album and whenever it drop
I care 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 ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em 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 seven, bust 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 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
Like raindrops you hear the when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
Shit main, lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, flipped big caine
with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and up, you know that
You don't wanna owe man
He'll hit you, get the picture? 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 stop us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and with D-classes
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put more beat on that joint