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 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 that rain
When it to fall

Lookin Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man
I'm speakin about these pros cause you know bout that man
The nigga the B-I-G is and fly like ValuJet
You thinkin about the beatin, this my is never met, nigga

Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no
Remember me and my cousin to sit up on the porch
And talk about when we get older now we up against the
Yeah they kickin 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
about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and shall 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
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
and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies my way are always smokin up on that crack
Be layin them College hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin paper stack
don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til start kickin the do' in, then 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 struggle like fat hoes just to get things that
People got we they always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive 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 cover eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack what we know
is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

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

Well flip-flops and football socks
A nigga be rockin the mic 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 dumb
So what mo' can you come

Yes, they can bite, but be us
can come and pick up little 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 corner in golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
Just in these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was the plot
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 when they the time is right
When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they come the hill - surprised

Be careful where you roam cause you might not 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 play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,