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
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Crack
Buck em all if they move, shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Italy little did we know
That we some middlemen who didn't do diddly

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

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

I support Pun in 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 leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee

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

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

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

true (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 the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you stop!
Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the 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 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 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 against the world, me and my girl
Black Pearl Latina mas fina but keeps it
You the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go and forth and freak it

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

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

We lock towns like in the chamber
Boogie Down major Nine, I bust mine
Every plus I'm the crime boss of New York
Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas chalk
And stalk, I prey 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 Punish 'til it's armaggedeon

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers '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, bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still on an undercover cop