Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned TV your ass
With no mask, at the camera like what?
I did it like them 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 lookin for a
If I hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight til my match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie on my wall
Takin of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove
And kick to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on
How we floss and don't give a fuck it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag coke to last a few weeks
In case wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really test my name? And test my game?
you have me, test my aim?
Y'all nuts, like testricles
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 never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white 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 this rap shit don't niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and 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, niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my last
Tell you what, get a beat and a half ounce
They got me where I be without my large gat
long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
Six months in the county or fed
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.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the mastered

I told you the was comin
You wouldn't
You to play me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, think Sauce the shit
So niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm your crew
I to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to a trey off
the whole month of April 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 heatwave
Whips fatter them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still
For you Phil niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so who you are
I don't about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't about your block and whoever you shot
I care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda
I'm too busy lightin 'dro a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a
My name bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six eleven
You know me, slide my man my say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I up the antenna
Whoa, your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
Shit main, switch
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
is noddin 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 don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on that