Luyện nghe bài hát Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass shit jumped off a little bit over an ago
My ace Boon just got peelt at the corner
It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, can't be true
I'm cryin' for revenge, look what I do

Called up my Mossie, my niggaz to be on alert
it was some player hating OG's out there putting in work
From I understand that shit ain't over no turfs and drugs
It's over some bitches and some niggaz with a grudge

Hot at the head, I'm fired up I wanna do 'em in
Hit me up in the and watch me
Let them motherfuckers it Nelf
Money and bullshit walks, I'm off to San Leandro
For glocks and techno chops and a gang of ammo

Took a hit of the chronic dank to my thoughts relax nerves
When I get back to the town just
niggaz gonna get straight served
And a ballerish nigga like me, in the game straight having thangs
Taking this from some ol' jealous ass OG's man

I'm not having it, you want some I'll bring it to ya
Dagnamit, I you suckas already knew
Yes indeed, niggaz act like they can't bleed
But them lies, I'm about the element of surprise

Bring the noise, who's fallin' like the big
Heavens to Merkatroid, I'm like the big boys
I just got word, I heard the same niggaz my partner herb
Pulled on his with a pair of appliers, got him for a bird

It's gettin' stanky, got my arousin'
See, herbs a factor, he's worth seven thousand
GTE mobile net communication
I got his voice mail number, let me try and him

I'm hecka cool, he hecksa with me
He called me back said, "Let's go party on fools E"
I said, "Where you at?"
He said, "Where you at?", I said, "I'm in Vallejo"
He said, "I tell you what, let's hook up me and you at in the Vill"

I said, "Roger", he said, "Over and out, fake out"
I said, "What time?" He said, "One o'
If it's traffic, go the route"
Ya see, sloppy jobs ain't my forte so no
We do it right and when it's done bring the yellow

Bring the yellow
Bring the yellow
Bring the yellow
The tape

Wassup, my Naga, you to ride
On hoe ass block busters
me an Herb talking outside of Denny's
Smoking a beedie in my Cutlass

It's only a handful of them L's, I can count them on my fingers
Fuck, letting this die down, I'm ready to hear the fat singers
I'm 'bout my gats but can't cash with niggaz
all down my ass

Therefore I must explore by taking a few to even the score
My ace Boon, my sugar low, pressure high [Incomprehensible]
Drinking and crying, two four seven my in and out

I know this one that got my nigga
just got out of jail's baby
She'll play hop she works for
Pacific Bell and she might maybe

Help me pull niggaz coat tails true [Incomprehensible]
Find out they sleep by looking up there address on the computer
Herb hollard, "Bingo, we ride, my naga
ass niggaz done stuck there fingers in
Some permanent shit that they wipe off"

Yeah, motherfuckers fail realize the size of
Oh, it's gon' get done, three or four more hot
Added on to the fire that got 'em
Ain't no kind of to me

My dick get off this type shit, boy
Tell botch to get the 707's
On them residential spots
By tomorrow afternoon and on

I didn't, got on it right away
Finally got me a to use my
Heckler & collection throw-aways
And we did it, I guess you could say we did that
And after that gave me my 'spec

Bring the tape
Bring the yellow
The yellow

the yellow tape
The yellow
The yellow