Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the ready
Meet me at with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Buck em all if they move, Noodles shoot fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do

It'll be a cold day in hell the day I 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 snub

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

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

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

Hit you with the Mac, smack bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my trigger itchy as a fuck!

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

That's (So who the next to get it?)
TS the best that did it (Get it off 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 keeps the cocked)
Yeah, and you stop!
(We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I your whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still one-eight-seven on an 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, tonight I my rosary tight as I can
I'm one man the world, just me and my girl
Black Pearl mas fina but keeps it real
You know the deal, we steal from the and keep it
Peep it 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 call me Don
Kicking ass as I off heat, and
You never see me talk to police,
You should know that I really care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right
So beware it's that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
And let these know how we run the streets

Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no
Puerto Ricans known for slashing catching niggas while sleeping
No relaxing, keep your open, sharp reflexes
techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad, scholars
Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get 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 bust
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 want it, go and get it set it 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 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 whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still on an undercover cop