Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

So they probaly 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, and loaded
I'm to go so bad I'm goin' bananas
My dick's so Anna Nicole could
Use it to fuckin' pole with

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

Everyday, it's the thing
in this game try to buddy, buddy us
Just to get close enough to us
Everybody just to have somethin' to do with that
all tryin' 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 we hit the fuckin' lottery

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

Our fathers want us
was wrong with us, was it our fault
'Cause we started God doesn't love us
Two odd
Who just 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 King

Big L had just got just a month before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' from Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to come and
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 animosity you and I
But see the difference is if it is I give a shit

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

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

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