Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz

[Big
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they
I these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; me at Vito's
with Noodles, we'll do this while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Italy little did we know
we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

[Fat
be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't to kill
I'm the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake
Smack you then I wack you with my trey-eight

[Big
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your children
like Amityville drill the in your cavity filling
building up pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like support

Joe]
I support Pun in anything he does, anything he
My brother from another mother sent the above
A thug nigga just me, one of the best -- might be
better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee

[Big
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better
You small change, I'm blowing out your getting richer

Joe]
Hit you with the Mac (Mac), your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my finger's itchy as a fuck!

Punisher]
Trunk jewels (jewels), cruising in the Land, 'Cash Rules'
Last crew to want it caught a hundred trying to pass

Joe]
That's true, so who the to get it?
TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid it)

Pun, Joe]

[Pun] And
Here, and you don't stop!
[Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer em to the top
[Joe] Yeah, and you stop!
[Pun] Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked
Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you don't stop!
[Pun] It's one-eight-seven on an undercover cop!

[Big
Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, em eat dirt
Take em feet first the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
The cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, I hold my rosary
tight as I can, I'm one man the world, just me and my girl
Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal the rich and keep it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and and freak it

Joe]
Creep me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
Kicking ass as I off heat, and
you never see me to police, so
you should know that I really care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and leave you right there
So beware it's rare that want beef, Big Pun speak
and let these motherfuckers how we run the streets

[Big
Fuck peace, I run the streets with no compassion, Puerto Ricans
known for slashing catching niggas they sleeping, no relaxing
Keep your eyes open, reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep just in case police ask us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto
Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm and shot down
Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock

Joe]
We lock towns like rounds in the
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust
everytime plus I'm the crime of New York
When we to walk the walk all my niggas carry chalk
and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever it
go and get it set it baby and I'm bury you
So remember the that I'm repping
I a clip for my weapon and Punish niggas till it's Armageddon

2X (to fade)]