Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you blow they spot
I know these dirty that'll 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 kiss the floor, Joey Crack
Buck em all if they move, Noodles shoot that whore
Dead in the middle of Italy little did we know
we riddled 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 hesitate to kill
I'm the fat one that you love to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you I whack you with my snub trey-eight

I rub your face off the 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 anarchy humanity's dealing
A villain remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like support

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

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

Hit you the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my finger's 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 cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the cocked)
Yeah, and you stop!
(We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still on an undercover cop

Fuck the police, I first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the earth
The street's cursed, the first amendment's biased
Supposed to supply us 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 keeps it
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go and forth 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 know that I really don't care
you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
So beware it's rare niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
And let these motherfuckers know how we run the

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

We lock towns like rounds in the
Down major like Nine, I bust mine
Every plus I'm the crime boss of New York
we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk, I prey like the
Whoever want it, go and get it set it baby and I'mma ya
So remember the that I'm repping
I fill a clip of my weapon and niggas 'til 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, bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's one-eight-seven on an undercover cop