Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
Things will be the same
They should have let us
Get off foot in game

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

So they probaly you go with the flow
Just so that I don't and
Have episode where I let it go
As far as the one with did

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

Oh, shit! I mean when she was still
Before they cut her stomach and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at a name, it's a game
they know that they don't spit the same
It's a what 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
just wants to have somethin' to do with that
They all to get that stamp

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

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 with each
robbed of our mothers

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

Big L had just got popped a month before
If 50 lives, he's dropped from Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to and operate
That's when he up a number one
And we ain't gonna stop if you wonderin'
Even if I'm the gun

You ain't gotta agree all the with me
Or see eye to eye
There'll always be animosity you and I
But see the difference is if it is I could give a

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

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

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