Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes
Elope ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, this out

Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like
Tootin like it's cool bein a fool, and I just
Sit around and those nose membranes flame
My ends is loose and you can't that rain
When it starts to

Lookin Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man
I'm speakin these pros cause you know nothing bout that man
The the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet
You thinkin the beatin, this my ends is never met, nigga

Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no
Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the
And talk about we get older now we up against the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggas door down; cause it ain't no dope on the

And a quarter pound of weed, that's all a nigga like me need
Talkin about Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and shall you quit
Runnin up on me that fuck shit will get you nothin but dead nigga

Be careful where you cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that
Junction,
To all you players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps makin this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' man
'til start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, 'em up off they ass boi

We struggle fat hoes just to get things that those
People got we forgot they always keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe they like weave
Thieves can't break in crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, can't cover three eyes
We to the fact so we attack with what we know
Heaven is the only life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

Be careful where you roam cause you might not it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

Well like flip-flops and football
A nigga be rockin the mic like
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm callin yo' ass a flawed
Yappin this crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to dumb shit
So what mo' can you come

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can come and pick up little but cannot see us
You ought to be ashamed, to fit in "My Adidas"
So Run D.M.C. is me and no, don't got no heater

Well we zippin around the corner in that golden Lincoln
I got my up under my seat
Just in case these youngsters tryin to it
Pullin the pistol on another man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose and try to take my spot

Well, come like black stallions in the night
Usually fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right
When you and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill -

Be careful where you roam cause you not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,