Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

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

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now
out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I it now
My roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few
Bag enough coke to last a few
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my And test my game?
Until you have me, test my
niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to on walkin
Heat from the noggin, on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, for the weekend
Locked up dirty white boys and Ricans

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

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

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

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

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