Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow spot
I know these cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in Hummer, the Punisher's ready
Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while slurping spaghetti
kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Buck em all if they move, Noodles that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little little did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who do diddly

It'll be a day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you I whack you with my snub trey-eight

I rub your face off the and curse your family children
Like Amityville I drill the nerves in your cavity
Insanity's building a in my civilian
The cannon be the that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out boss
Forever and take all the like child support

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

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

Hit you with the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga
You getting stuck, my trigger itchy as a fuck!

Truck jewels, cruising in the Land, "Cash Rules"
Last to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through

That's (So who the next to get it?)
TS the that did it (Get it off your chest kid admit it and it's)

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you stop!
cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you stop!
(We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

Fuck the police, I first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth
The street's cursed, the first culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I my rosary tight as I can
I'm one man the world, just me and my girl
Pearl Latina mas fina but keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go and forth and freak it

Creep with me, as I in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
Kicking ass as I off heat, and
You see me talk to police, though
You should know I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and leave you right there
So beware it's rare that niggas beef, Big Pun speak
And let these motherfuckers how we run the streets

Fuck peace, I run the streets deep no compassion
Puerto Ricans for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping
No relaxing, your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep just in case police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad, scholars
Full-a-clips mob, the fear of God when the metal hollers
acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
Heather B. make me put my Glock Down

We lock towns rounds in the chamber
Boogie major like Nine, I bust mine
Every time plus I'm the crime of New York
Where we taught to the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk, I like the Predator
Whoever it, go and get it set it baby and I'mma bury ya
So remember the Squad I'm repping
I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til armaggedeon

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you stop!
Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you stop!
(We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I your whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still one-eight-seven on an cop