Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

Niggas wit ski slopes 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 that rain
When it starts to

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

Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no
Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the
And about when we get older now we up against the ropes
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
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 you roam cause 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 and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and 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 dippin off in 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this stack
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 ('Kast) we bout, to (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, 'em up off they ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes just to get that those
People got we forgot they gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe deceive like weave
Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, can't cover three eyes
We to the fact so we attack with what we know
Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'?

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

Well like flip-flops and socks
A nigga be the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm callin yo' ass a pimp
Yappin this crew you run wit
Bankhead to that dumb shit
So what mo' can you wit?

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

Well we zippin the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up my seat
Just in case these tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another man was never the plot
But my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot

Well, they like black stallions in the night
Usually around fo' or five, is when they figure the is right
When you good and sleep, I sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they over the hill - surprised

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 players play ya brims and you chrome ya rims
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,