Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna they spot
I know dirty 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 he's spaghetti
Everybody the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Buck em all if they move, Noodles shoot that whore
Dead in the of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who do diddly

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

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

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

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

Hit you with the Mac, smack your bitch, what?
You getting stuck, my finger's itchy as a fuck!

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

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

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty Glock with the cop killers 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 it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still one-eight-seven on an cop

Fuck the police, I squeeze first, em eat dirt
em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth
The street's cursed, the 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
Black Pearl Latina mas but keeps it real
You know the deal, we from the rich and keep it
it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it

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

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

We lock towns like rounds in the
Boogie major like Nine, I bust mine
Every time plus I'm the crime boss of New
Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry
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 'til it's armaggedeon

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty shot with the cop killers 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 it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still one-eight-seven on an cop