Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV ass
With no mask, at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white 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 ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African
I straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little
When I ride mine like when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, they'll find in your X-Ray
As I get lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of til I fall
to lose, just load 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 and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
out a quiet town and tie it down
Make lock it down, y'all know 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 test, vest and a few heats
You wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, my aim?
Y'all nuts, like 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 see me at the auction
of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, I reach the margin
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come 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 in the spot
You it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it deeper
it, the weather's nice 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 can't it
Lot of still tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half
They got me where I be without my large gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or red lines
Six months in the county or fed
be the 'Kiss nigga, until 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 We got the game mastered

I told you the was comin
You wouldn't
You tried to play me a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now these bullets with 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, might miss you, but man'll die
What's the difference? 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 and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to a trey 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 a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on Bull

I don't give a 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 you shot
I don't care your album and whenever it drop
I don't care your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps of niggaz
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
Bout to go to hell with you, the L with you
the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then
You me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your
in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get brained in the four dot six
Shit main, lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the
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 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 at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some beat on that joint