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 the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like
Yeah I did it like sick white boys the court committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm 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 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 mine like bitched 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, they'll find in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at posted on my wall
Takin shots of til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
My team, you would 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
out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My squad deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to last a few
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few
You wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, testricles
Hit you up in apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's for you, to keep on walkin
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
Locked up with dirty boys 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, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz 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, niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still to study my last bounce
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
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 you the pain was comin
You listen
You tried to me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these bullets you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, think Sauce the shit
So many on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? way I'm stunnin your crew
I to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
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 bust a off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like
Flow hot like a heatwave
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves
I'm a meal nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Jackson 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 care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it
I don't care about past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps of niggaz
Shootin backwards, for practice
Ride or die nigga, in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L you
Tell the whole I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell quick, suck dick and get a glock
My ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then
You me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch manners when my veins pop like scanners
raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get brained in the four dot six
Shit main, switch
Every town I hit, planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and up, you know that
You don't wanna owe man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly
We don't at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more on that joint