Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna they spot
I know these dirty that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the ready
Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody the fucking floor, Joey Crack
em all if they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the of Little Italy little did we know
we riddled some 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 that you love to
Catch you at your mother's wake, you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creep with me, as I cruise in my
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 that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you there
So beware it's rare that want beef, Big Pun speak
And let these motherfuckers how we run the streets

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

We towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie major like Nine, I bust mine
Every time plus I'm the crime 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 the Squad that I'm repping
I a clip of my weapon and Punish 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, what bring it I blow your spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still one-eight-seven on an cop