Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need
Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in mess
But never shall you test, and never 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
you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you play ya brims 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 I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they (backs)
Livin the life of pimps makin this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' man
'til they start kickin the do' in, then we to blast dem
Out (Out) 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, 'em up off they ass boi

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

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 up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you
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 pimp
about this crew you run wit
Bankhead to that dumb shit
So what mo' can you wit?

Yes, can bite, but cannot 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 heat up under my
Just in case these youngsters to take it
Pullin the pistol on black man was never the plot
But sometimes my lose theyself and try to take my spot

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

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
and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,