Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me
Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in mess
But never you test, and never shall you quit
up on me with that 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 play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners 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 smokin up on that
Be layin them College Park flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin paper stack
don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they kickin the do' in, then we ready 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 just to get that those
People got we forgot they always gonna a plot
Right up they sleeve you believe they deceive like weave
Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, can't cover three eyes
We to the fact so we attack 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 cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

Well like flip-flops and football
A be rockin the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm callin yo' ass a pimp
Yappin about crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to that dumb
So what mo' can you wit?

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can come and 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 in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my up under my seat
Just in case these youngsters tryin to it
Pullin the pistol on black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose and try to take my spot

Well, they come like stallions in the night
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 come over the hill -

Be careful where you roam cause you might not 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 and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,