Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it
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 brims and you hustla chrome ya
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

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

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

Well we zippin around the corner in that stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
in case these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to my spot

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

Be careful where you roam you might not make 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 ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,