Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, is real 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 From TV ass
With no mask, look at the camera like
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court
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 hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin
If I ain't that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like children
I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, wild whores
Jet-skiin, you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my
Takin shots of Louie til I
Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big
My team, you would think was on
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's

Yo, yo, pressure pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all where 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 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, like
Hit you up in your apartment buildin
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come on appeal then I'm killin your pops
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 your
Gangstas die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it deeper
Fuck it, the 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 deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my last
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a ounce
They got me where I be without my large gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't if I'm openin up, or headline
the speed limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
Ever had beef with, son is a
Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X.
you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was
You wouldn't
You tried to play me a joke?
Now who got the last
Now these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the 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 for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light
Now I on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that

I don't give a who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, or a car
I don't about your block and whoever 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 whole 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 hell you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm let em know the shells hit you
I tell quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, my man my joint say reload me
I and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I know pop you can't us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your
Locked in the slammer? Nope, up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the
Whoa, watch your manners my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, flipped big caine
Flow no cut, you take 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 Kodak man
Gotta, for war, I don't floss no more
I sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
Multiple and divas with D-classes
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more on that joint