Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

Black man, man, Jew man ain't no joke
me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch
And talk about 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 that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and never you quit
Runnin up on me with that shit will get you nothin but dead nigga

Be careful where you roam 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 ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I 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 always smokin up on that
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
'til they start kickin the do' in, 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 like fat hoes just to get things that those
People got we they always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you believe they 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, blindfolds can't cover three
We wise to the fact so we attack with we know
Heaven is the good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

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 sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

like flip-flops and football socks
A nigga be the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm callin yo' ass a flawed
about this crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to that dumb
So what mo' can you come

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
They can come and pick up 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 to take it
the pistol on another black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose and try to take my spot

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

Be careful where you roam 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 hustla chrome ya
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,