Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
no mask, look at the camera like what?
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 real like I'm for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them kids
I ain't til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that means I em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk like little children
When I ride like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, wild whores
Jet-skiin, you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
My team, you would was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's to apply it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, and a few heats
You wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in your apartment buildin
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
Locked up dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin pops
You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose family
don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets
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 niggaz can't it
Lot of still tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
Six months in the or fed time
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.
you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the was comin
You listen
You to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last
Now take these bullets you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz to lose
Somethin to prove? it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a off
Murder the whole month of 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 bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, 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 pretty bitch, or a car
I don't care about your 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 with a whole lotta
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of
Shootin backwards, for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to hell you, blow 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 Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then
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 stand us cause you cock them
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
Shit main, lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the
Muh'fukas is and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe 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 fuck you gonna stop us with your 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! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some beat on that joint