Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you blow they 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 he's spaghetti
kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Buck em all if they move, Noodles that fucking whore
Dead in the of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled middlemen who didn't 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 then I whack you with my snub

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers '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 blow your whole
Yeah, and you stop!
still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

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

Creep with me, as I in my Beemer
All the in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I off heat, and
You never see me to police, though
You should know that I really care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you 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 deep with no compassion
Puerto Ricans known for slashing catching niggas they sleeping
No relaxing, keep your eyes open, sharp
Three techses in the Jeep just in case police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad, scholars
Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God the metal hollers
Better or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
B. couldn't make me put my Glock Down

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

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