Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
Things will never be the
should have never let us
Get off foot in this

since I was introduced to rap music
I been missin' a screw Bishop and Juice
I could it at any moment
Those who me know it

So probaly told you go with the flow
Just so that I explode and
Have another where I let it go
As far as the one with did

I'm for that next beef
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm to go so bad I'm goin' bananas
My dick's so hard Anna Nicole
Use it to fuckin' pole vault

Oh, shit! I mean she was still bloated
Before they cut her stomach and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw at gets a name, it's a game
'Cause they know they don't spit the same
It's a shame people do for ten minutes of fame

Everyday, it's the thing
in this game try to buddy, buddy us
Just to get close enough to us
Everybody just wants to somethin' to do with that
They all tryin' to get that

after that Shady, aftermath money
It's like a
probably just now finally
Understand how to rob
50 Cent was like a jackpot for me
And Dre, like we hit the fuckin' lottery

And a damn machine at the same time as each other
Why the fuck you think we ride like we
When we rhyme with other?
In time we discovered that we have in common
Then we thought with other
Both robbed of our

Our fathers ain't us
What was with us, was it our fault
'Cause we started thinkin' God doesn't us
Two odd
Who just happened to meet at the right
What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica
I still the call up at Chung King 'cause

Big L had just got popped just a before
If 50 lives, he's dropped from Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
when he popped up a number one
And we never gonna stop if you wonderin'
if I'm under the gun

You ain't gotta agree all the time me
Or see eye to eye
always be animosity between you and I
But see the is if it is I could give a shit

Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' as usual
Ego's 'fore I bruise 'em all
your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you call
Nike's, Earthlings, how do you like
You gotta love 'em, at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats

Stompin', I rompin'
Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck
I was whilin',
Back when was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

That us that
Any doubts in your head that the shit
Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Toc
Still the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc
And ya don't