Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

So probaly 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 for that next beef
I'm cocked, and loaded
I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin'
My dick's so hard Anna could
Use it to fuckin' vault with

Oh, shit! I when she was still bloated
Before cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, it's a
'Cause they know 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
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
like a monopoly
They just now finally
how to rob fully
50 Cent was like a jackpot for me
And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin'

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

Our ain't want 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
What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica
I still remember the call up at Chung King

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 come and
when he popped up a number one
And we ain't never gonna stop if you
Even if I'm 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 could a shit

Still conduct motherfuckin' business as usual
Ego's '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 love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, like cleats

Stompin', I rompin'
Since Tim 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 your head that the shit
Ticky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Doc
And ya don't