Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

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

Be careful where you cause you might 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 hustla ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The around my way are always smokin up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin paper stack
don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb 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 always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you believe they 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, blindfolds can't cover three
We wise to the so we attack with what we know
Heaven is the only good life, so what you fo'? Yeah

Be careful you roam cause 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 chrome ya rims
and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

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

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can and pick up little slang but cannot see us
You to be ashamed, trying 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 stankin Lincoln
I got my up under my seat
in case these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to my spot

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

Be careful you roam 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 play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,