Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes
ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, check 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 ends is and you can't stop that rain
it starts to fall

Lookin 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 about the beatin, this my ends is never met,

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

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

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 up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya
'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 my way are always smokin up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper
Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' man
they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like ('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
got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe deceive like weave
can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, blindfolds can't cover eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack with what we
Heaven is the only good life, so you strivin fo'? Yeah

Be careful where you cause you might not make 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 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 and football socks
A nigga be rockin the mic birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm yo' ass a flawed pimp
Yappin about 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 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 case youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the
But sometimes my lose theyself and try to take my spot

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

Be careful you roam cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you 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 that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,