Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

Black man, man, Jew man ain't no joke
Remember me and my cousin to sit up on the porch
And talk when we get older now we up against the ropes
Yeah they 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 Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and never you quit
Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you but dead nigga

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 play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on crack
Be layin them College Park hoes on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of steadily makin 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, knock 'em up off ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes to get things that those
People got we forgot they gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you believe they 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 what we
Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'?

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 play ya 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 socks
A nigga be rockin the mic birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm yo' ass a flawed pimp
Yappin this crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to that shit
So mo' can you come wit?

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
They can come and pick up 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 corner in that golden stankin
I got my heat up my seat
Just in case these youngsters tryin to it
the pistol on another black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers theyself and try to take my spot

Well, they like black stallions in the night
Usually fo' or five, is when 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 the hill - surprised

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,