Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you blow they spot
I these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Meet me at with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody the fucking floor, Joey Crack
Buck em all if they move, shoot that fucking 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 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 mother's wake, smack you I whack you with my snub trey-eight

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

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

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

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

jewels, cruising in the Land, pumping "Cash Rules"
Last crew to want it caught a hundred 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 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 your whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still on an undercover cop

the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take em feet first through the morgue, then 'em in the deep earth
The cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, 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 rich and it
Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go and forth and freak it

Creep with me, as I in my Beemer
All the kids in the call me Don Cartagena
Kicking ass as I off heat, and
You never see me talk to police,
You know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right
So beware rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
And let these motherfuckers how we run the streets

Fuck peace, I run the deep with no compassion
Puerto Ricans known for slashing catching niggas while they
No relaxing, keep eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad, scholars
Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and down
Heather B. make me put my Glock Down

We towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust
Every time plus I'm the crime 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 and I'mma bury ya
So remember the Squad I'm repping
I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til 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 whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's one-eight-seven on an undercover cop