Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they
I know these dirty cops get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in Hummer, the Punisher's ready
Meet me at with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Buck em all if move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some who didn't do diddly

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

I rub your off the Earth and curse your family children
Like Amityville I the nerves in your cavity filling
Insanity's a pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that dealing
A villain without remorse, who's to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar child support

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

Spike Lee paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out brains getting richer

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

Truck jewels, in the Land, pumping "Cash Rules"
Last crew to want it caught a 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 with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you stop!
Joey the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you stop!
(We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

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

Creep me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I off heat, and
You never see me talk to police,
You should that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit throat, and I'll leave you right there
So beware rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
And let these know how we run the streets

Fuck peace, I run the streets with no compassion
Puerto known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping
No relaxing, your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto
mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and down
B. couldn't make me put my Glock Down

We towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I mine
Every time I'm the crime boss of New York
Where we to walk 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 it's

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