Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you my name out
Things never be the same
They should have let us
Get off foot in game

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

So probaly told you go with the flow
so that I don't explode and
Have another episode I let it go
As far as the one with did

I'm waitin' for that next
I'm cocked, and loaded
I'm ready to go so bad I'm bananas
My dick's so Anna Nicole could
Use it to pole vault with

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

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

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

And a damn slot at the same time as each other
Why the fuck you think we like we brothers
When we rhyme each other?
In time we discovered that we more in common
Then we thought each other
robbed of our mothers

Our fathers want us
What was wrong us, was it our fault
'Cause we started God doesn't love us
Two odd
Who happened to meet at the right time
What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica
I remember the call up at Chung King 'cause

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

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

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

Stompin', I been
Since Tim was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when they was still makin' cassettes
I wasn't raps Elvis yet

That tells us
Any doubts in your head seals the shit
Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Doc
And ya stop