Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

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

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

Oh, shit! I when she was still bloated
Before they cut her stomach and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw 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 game try to buddy, us
Just to get enough to study us
Everybody just wants to have to do with that
They all to get that stamp

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

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

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

Big L had just got popped a month before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped from
Two years me and Doc had to come and operate
That's he popped up a number one
And we ain't never gonna 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 a shit

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

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

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