Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it
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 the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz 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 them kids
I ain't straight til my match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? I don't fuckin care
If I strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with whores
Jet-skiin, while you warm at corner stores
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what cost-ing

Yo, yo, bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in cars with two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
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 have me, test my
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in your apartment buildin
Perhaps best for you, to keep on walkin
from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, 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 white boys and

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
down on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the
You bring it to me, I gotta lose family
Gangstas die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it deeper
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 try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still 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
long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
Doin the limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the or fed time
I'ma be the nigga, until it's bedtime
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had with, son is a bastard
Anytime I 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 last
Now take these bullets with you to

You motherfuckers is sick, think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my I thought I lost my dick
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to
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 a trey off
Murder the month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you 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 nigga who quick, still packin
For you Phil niggaz on that Bull

I give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a bitch, watch or a car
I care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your and whenever it drop
I don't care about your 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 of niggaz
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L you
Tell the world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like at twelve o'clock
I'm past 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 stand us cause you cock them
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the
Whoa, your 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 in the four dot six Range
Shit main, lanes
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you that
You wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? man
Gotta, love for war, I 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
Multiple cars and divas with
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put more beat on that joint