Luyện nghe bài hát Trylogy

Rainstorm the of the bank, bustin' loose
Like Muggsy, Typhoons, Kurupt
a platoon of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot that moves

to tunes from "The Blue Lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounce on shoes
So I'ma start it off on the first nigga
hit the stack, heard me, hear me?

Heard that, word don't pass the do
you gotta show 'em your heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo'
Explode then watch 'em fold, the other froze
He better, mask in an all blue sweater

Two pumps for a riot
Full Baretta, six hostages with a loss of
Wet as a river, sixteen to flip
I flip these bitch niggaz for they shit

I been down with the twist eighty-six
with a automatic, snappin' reaction
I'm sick of waitin', a thirty-eight, I'm for Daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double rammin'

bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin'
Position the cannons, telegraph the parameter
Paralyze anything walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to

and I paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart's
Change up the game, cockin' and explode
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to

And that's all, end to before
In a war, off like a Concorde jet
But fool, D.P.G.'s the set
In a world war, is when the heart's exposed

Change up the game, cock, explode
panic and then start skitzin'
Not a fuck while all y'all bitchin'
Dis is for all my G's, my flippin' birds and servin' ki's

I'm with King T and Tha Liks, it up
Like bitch, get the off my dick
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb,
coke and limes, I don't give a fuck