Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

Niggas elope wit ski and fall like avalanches
like it's cool bein a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those nose membranes
My is loose and you can't stop that rain
it starts to fall

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

Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no
me and my cousin 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 pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need
Talkin about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and shall you quit
Runnin up on me 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 that
Junction,
To all you play 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,

I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are smokin up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily this paper stack
don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they start kickin the do' in, then we 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 they gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe they 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, blindfolds can't cover eyes
We wise to the so we attack with what we know
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 ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
and pimps 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
Jon and Ser-cy, so are you wor-thy?
I'm callin yo' ass a flawed
about this crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to that shit
So what mo' can you wit?

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

Well we zippin around the corner in that golden Lincoln
I got my heat up my seat
Just in case these youngsters tryin to it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my

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

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 play 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,