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

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

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

I'm waitin' for that next
I'm cocked, locked and
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 mean she was still bloated
they cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, a game
'Cause they that they don't spit the same
It's a shame what people do for ten of fame

Everyday, it's the same
People in game try to buddy, buddy us
to get close enough to study us
Everybody just wants to have to do with that
all tryin' to get that stamp

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

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

Our fathers want us
What was with us, was it our fault
'Cause we started thinkin' God love us
Two odd
Who just to meet at the right time
What a coincidence 'cause 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I still remember the up at Chung King 'cause

Big L had just got popped just a before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to and operate
when he popped up a number one
And we ain't never stop if you wonderin'
if I'm under the gun

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

Still gonna conduct 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 love 'em, look at the of 'em, they're like cleats

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

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