Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

And a quarter of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need
Talkin about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and never shall you
Runnin up on me with fuck 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 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 I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

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

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

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 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 that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

Well flip-flops and football socks
A be rockin 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 come and pick up little 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 golden stankin
I got my heat up under my
Just in these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was the plot
But sometimes my lose theyself and try to take my spot

Well, they come like black stallions in the
Usually around fo' or five, is when figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they over the hill - surprised

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 up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,