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 and fall like avalanches
Tootin like it's bein a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those nose membranes
My ends is loose and you can't stop rain
it starts to fall

Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and and cat-man
I'm speakin about these pros you know nothing bout that man
The nigga the is high and fly like ValuJet
You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is met, nigga

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

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a like me need
Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that
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 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 and you hustla chrome ya rims
and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that
Be them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper
Niggas don't the master plan, crumble yo' herb 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 just to get things that
People got we forgot they gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you believe they deceive like weave
Thieves break in your crib and leave in that good life too
So me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See, blindfolds can't three eyes
We to the fact so we attack with what we know
is the only 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 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 I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

Well like and football socks
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 to that dumb shit
So what mo' can you come

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can come and pick up little slang but 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 the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
Just in case these youngsters tryin to it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was the plot
But sometimes my lose 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 sleep I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til come over the hill - surprised

Be where you roam 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 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,