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 From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick boys 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 than them African
I ain't straight til my match the Motorola ?bid?
And the streets up in ? ? like 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 little
When I ride mine like bitched when I up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, 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 posted on my
Takin of Louie 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 it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, time to apply it now
Pick out a town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all where to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, and a few heats
You really test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, my aim?
niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment vestibule
Perhaps it's for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin your
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the
You bring it to me, I gotta your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and to Miami
is deep now dog but it gets 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 can't it
Lot of cats tryin to study my last bounce
you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the limit or pushin red lines
Six in the county 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
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the mastered

I told you the was comin
You listen
You tried to play me a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take these with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think the shit
So many on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz 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 nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you crews
Now I concentrate on camp, like Jews
Flow hot a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that

I don't give a fuck who you are, so who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you
I don't about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I asked
I'm too busy 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten ahead of niggaz
backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L you
the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I niggaz 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 know me, slide my man my say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I pop you can't 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 popped up the
Whoa, watch manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get in the four dot six Range
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch 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 sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you stop us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and with D-classes
sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on joint