Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the committed
To the death of me, I'm like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than African kids
I ain't straight til my match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that 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 tans in the winter, with whores
Jet-skiin, while you warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove
And rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough to last a few weeks
In case wanna test, vest 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 on walkin
from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
Locked up with dirty boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably 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 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
Shit is deep now dog but it gets
Fuck it, the weather's 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 niggaz deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my last
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
matter 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 'Kiss nigga, until it's
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was
You listen
You tried to play me like a
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think the shit
So many on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to
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 bust a off
the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave
fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that

I give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you
I don't care about your album and whenever it
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in casket
Bout to go to with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole I'm spittin 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 for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't us cause you cock them hammers
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get in the four dot six Range
Shit main, lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big
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 picture? man
Gotta, love for war, I floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with measly asses
We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more on that joint