Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

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

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

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

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

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

Hit you with the Mac, smack your bitch, nigga
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 hundred to pass through

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 Glock 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 whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat
Take em feet first through the morgue, then 'em in the deep earth
The street's cursed, the amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I my rosary tight as I can
I'm one man against the world, me and my girl
Black Latina mas fina but keeps it real
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
Kicking ass as I off heat, and
You see me talk to police, though
You should know that I don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right
So it's rare that niggas 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 catching niggas while they sleeping
No relaxing, keep your eyes open, reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep just in case police test us
professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
Full-a-clips mob, the fear of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot
Heather B. couldn't make me put my Down

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 carry chalk
And stalk, I prey 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 shot Glock the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you stop!
cracks 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 one-eight-seven on an undercover cop