Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we some wop
Hop in Hummer, the Punisher's 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 move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little little 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 mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to
I'm still the fat one you love to hate
Catch you at mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight

I rub your face off the Earth and 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 humanity's
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out boss
Forever and take all the cheddar child support

I support Pun in anything he does, he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the
A thug just like me, one of the best -- might be
Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they 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 stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck!

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

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

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 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 through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth
The street's cursed, the first amendment's biased
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my tight as I can
I'm one man against the world, just me and my
Black Pearl Latina mas fina but it real
You the deal, we steal from the rich 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 kids in the ghetto call me Don
Kicking ass as I off heat, and
You never see me to police, though
You should know that I really 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 know how we run the

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

We lock like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust
Every time plus I'm the boss of New York
Where we to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk, I like the Predator
Whoever want it, go and get it set it and I'mma bury ya
So remember the that I'm repping
I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til 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 make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your spot
Yeah, and you stop!
still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop