Luyện nghe bài hát Reservoir Dogs

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

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet 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
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to a few weeks
In case wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, my aim?
Y'all nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin
Perhaps it's for you, to keep on walkin
Heat the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, sparklin
Cop off the lot see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I do ten in the box
Come down on appeal I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you The LOX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and to Miami
is deep now dog but it gets deeper
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 can't deny it
Lot of cats tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a ounce
got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or
Doin the speed or pushin red lines
Six in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's
I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

I you the pain was comin
You listen
You tried to me like a joke?
Now who got the laugh?
Now take bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm shy
Hammers fly, might you, but your man'll die
What's the Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a
I lay off wet and kill em on my day off
nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light
Now I on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves
I'm a meal stackin who pull quick, still packin
For you Jackson niggaz on that Bull

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

I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the Nope, popped up in Atlanta
up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like
Like you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six
main, switch lanes
Every I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you it in vain/vein to the brain
is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You don't owe that man
hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no
I sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your asses
We don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! the fuck, ya heard me?
Put more beat on that joint