Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
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 the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on
Drop 100 bars for real I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse them African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola
And walk the up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike
Get off mine, y'all talk shit little children
When I ride mine like when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner
I make it hot, floodin your block, the way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I
to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you would was on Thorazine
How we and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
Pick out a quiet and tie it down
Make lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough to last a few weeks
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And my game?
Until you have me, test my
Y'all niggaz nuts, like
Hit you up in your apartment vestibule
it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin your
You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your
Gangstas die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is now dog but it gets 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, niggaz can't deny 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 without my gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red
Six months in the or fed time
be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
Ever had with, son is a bastard
Anytime I 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 last
Now take bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the
So niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, 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 for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you crews
Now I concentrate on camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave
Whips fatter than shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin who pull quick, still packin
For you Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so who you are
I don't care about a bitch, watch 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 about your past if I did I asked
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
or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, 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 past seven, six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say me
I ruffryde and pop a for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get in the four dot six Range
Shit main, lanes
Every town I hit, planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and up, you know that
You don't owe that man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak 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 asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
Multiple and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on that