Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

elope 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 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 pros cause you know nothing bout that man
The nigga the is high and fly like ValuJet
You about the beatin, this my ends is never met, nigga

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 the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggas door down; it ain't no dope on the streets

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

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 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,

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 that
Be layin College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the plan, crumble yo' herb man
they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, 'em up off they ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that
People got we forgot always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe deceive like weave
Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in 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 with what we know
Heaven is the only good life, so what you fo'? Yeah

Be careful where you roam cause you might not it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost you get caught up in that 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,

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

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

we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up my seat
Just in case these tryin to take it
the pistol on another black man was never the plot
But my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot

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