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 avalanches
Tootin like it's bein a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those nose membranes
My ends is and you can't stop that rain
When it to fall

like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man
I'm speakin these pros cause you know nothing bout that man
The nigga the B-I-G is 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 when we get older now we up against the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggas door down; it ain't no dope on the streets

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

Be where 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 sauce
Junction,
To all you players ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the that you bend
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 backs (backs)
the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
Niggas understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to dem
Out (Out) 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off ass boi

We struggle fat hoes just to get things that those
People got we forgot they always keep a plot
up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave
Thieves can't in your crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See, blindfolds cover three eyes
We wise to the so we attack with what 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 ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players 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,

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

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
They can come and 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, got no heater

Well we zippin around the in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
Just in these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my

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

Be where you roam 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 players play ya brims and you chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,