Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera what?
Yeah I did it like them sick boys the court committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 for real 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 numbers match the Motorola
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I fuckin care
If I ain't strapped means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the
Cause I catch in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find in your X-Ray
As I get lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you would think was on
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna my name? And test my game?
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, testricles
Hit you up in your apartment vestibule
Perhaps best for you, to keep on walkin
from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
Locked up with dirty boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin your
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I 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 much
I put it on tape, you buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my bounce
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be my large gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or red lines
Six months in the or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the mastered

I told you the pain was
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
Picture me fallin off, I'm 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
to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, to take May off
Run with Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a bitch
Whips than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, packin
For you Phil niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a who you are, so fuck who you are
I care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your and whoever you shot
I don't about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I asked
I'm too lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to hell you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm let em know the shells hit you
I tell quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six eleven
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 us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your when 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 four dot six
Shit main, lanes
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch 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 don't wanna owe man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, for war, I don't floss 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 at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and with D-classes
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some beat on that joint