Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

Ever since I was introduced to rap
I been a screw like Bishop and Juice
I could lose it at any
Those who know me it

So they probaly told you go the flow
Just so I don't explode and
Have another where I let it go
As far as the one Benzino did

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

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

Everyday, it's the thing
People in game try to buddy, buddy us
to get close enough to study us
Everybody just 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
how to rob fully
50 was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's we hit the fuckin' lottery

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

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

Big L had just got popped a month before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' from Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to come and
That's when he popped up a one
And we never 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
always be animosity between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I could give a

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

Stompin', I been
Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when they was makin' Maxell cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

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