Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And a slot machine at the same time as each other
Why the fuck you think we ride like we
we rhyme with each 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 wrong us, was it our fault
'Cause we started thinkin' God doesn't us
Two odd
Who happened to meet at the right time
What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica
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 me and Doc had to come and operate
That's when he up a number one
And we ain't never gonna 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 give a shit

Still gonna motherfuckin' business as usual
Ego's aside I bruise 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it with 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'
Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even Elvis yet

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