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 your Hummer, the ready
Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey
Buck em all if they move, Noodles shoot that fucking
Dead in the of Little Italy little did we know
we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly

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

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

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

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

Hit you the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga 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 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!
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 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 amendment's culturally biased
to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary tight as I can
I'm one man against the world, me and my girl
Pearl Latina mas fina but keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the and keep it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and and freak it

with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
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 your throat, and I'll you right there
So it's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
And let motherfuckers know 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 eyes open, sharp reflexes
techses in the Jeep Lexus 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. couldn't me put my Glock Down

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

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty Glock 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 make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still on an undercover cop