Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

Fuck, is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the over motherfuckers
Don't get it
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV ass
With no mask, at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them kids
I straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little
When I ride mine like when I walk up in the building
I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you warm at corner stores
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I
Nuttin to lose, load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move
My team, you would was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
Pick out a town and tie it down
Make niggaz it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, and a few heats
You really wanna my name? And test my game?
Until you me, test my aim?
niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
Locked up with dirty boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm your pops
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work still in the spot
You bring it to me, I lose your family
Gangstas don't die, get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much
I put it on tape, you buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't it
Lot of still tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a ounce
They got me where I can't be without my gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
Doin the speed limit or red lines
Six months in the or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had with, son is a bastard
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

I told you the was comin
You listen
You tried to play me a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now these bullets with you to hell

You is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my I thought I lost my dick
me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin crew
I to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet and kill em on my day off
Ain't for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of nigga, just to take May off
Run more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave
Whips fatter than them shits they beat with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, or a car
I care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it
I don't care your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your
to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm let em know the shells hit you
I tell quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm past seven, bust six then eleven
You me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for
Jay (what the fuck) spendin

I know pop you can't stand us you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the
Whoa, watch your when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit
Get brained in the dot six Range
Shit main, switch
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch big caine
with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you that
You wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I floss no more
I just sit on my til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes,
Multiple and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put some more beat on joint