Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

So probaly told you go with the flow
Just so that I don't and
another episode 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 bananas
My dick's so hard Anna Nicole
Use it to fuckin' pole vault

Oh, shit! I when she was still bloated
Before they cut her 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 shame what people do for ten of fame

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

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

And a damn slot machine at the time as each other
Why the fuck you think we ride we brothers
we rhyme with each other?
In we discovered that we have 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 God doesn't love us
Two odd
Who just happened to at the right time
a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I still remember the call up at Chung 'cause

Big L had got popped just a month before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's he popped up a number one
And we ain't never stop 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 between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I could give a

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

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

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