Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like sick white boys the court committed
To the of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African
I ain't straight til my numbers match the ?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, y'all talk shit like children
When I mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, they'll find 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 kick to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you think was on Thorazine
How we and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's to apply it now
Pick out a town and tie it down
niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I 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 niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my And test my game?
Until you me, test my aim?
niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your buildin vestibule
it's best 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 to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I lose your family
Gangstas die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much
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 to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be my large gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't 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 'Kiss nigga, until 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 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 bullets with you to

You is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
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, niggaz comin to lose
to prove? 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
Murder the whole month of nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, Jews
Flow hot a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they slaves with
I'm a meal nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so who you are
I don't care a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about 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 of niggaz
Shootin backwards, for practice
Ride or die nigga, in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, the L with you
Tell the world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck and get a glock
My name ring bells Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a for Roc-a-Fella
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
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like
Like you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
is noddin and throwin up, you know 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 money til I'm the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
Multiple cars and divas with
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that