Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
will never be the same
They should have let us
Get off foot in this

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

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

I'm waitin' for that next
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm ready to go so bad I'm bananas
My so hard Anna Nicole could
Use it to fuckin' pole vault

Oh, shit! I mean she was still bloated
Before they cut her open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw at gets a name, it's a game
'Cause they know that they spit the same
It's a what people do for ten minutes of fame

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

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

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

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

Big L had just got popped just a before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped from
Two years later me and Doc had to and operate
That's when he popped up a 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
There'll always be between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I could give a

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

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

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