Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned TV your ass
With no mask, look at the like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
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 til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't care
If I ain't strapped that I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit little children
I ride 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, your block, the best way
Professionally, find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie on my wall
Takin shots of til I fall
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's 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 roll deep, in cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to a few weeks
In case wanna test, vest and a few heats
You wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my
Y'all niggaz nuts, testricles
Hit you up in your apartment vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on
from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably 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 don't work niggaz still in the spot
You it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to
Shit is deep now dog but it gets
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is 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 cats still tryin to study my bounce
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or red lines
Six in the county or fed time
I'ma be the nigga, until it's bedtime
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the mastered

I you the pain was comin
You wouldn't
You tried to me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the
So niggaz 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 fuck to win, y'all 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 bust a off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to May off
Run with more Germans Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave
fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on Bull

I don't a fuck 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 about your album and 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 ahead of
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, in your casket
Bout to go to hell you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck and get a glock
My name bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say 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 crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I up the antenna
Whoa, watch manners when 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
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 know
You don't wanna owe man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm the law
How the you gonna stop us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with
Iceberg sweat I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more on that joint