Luyện nghe bài hát Resevoir Dogs

Fuck, shit is real right
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over
get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera 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 hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight til my match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Airs
Get off mine, talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep at corner stores
I it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in X-Ray
As I get roasted at Biggie posted on my wall
shots of Louie til I fall
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 it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know to buy it now
Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign with two seats
of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough to last a few weeks
In niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And my game?
Until you me, test my aim?
niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps best 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, it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the
Locked up with white boys and Ricans

Now if I you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin pops
You feelin The LOX, why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to
Shit is 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 niggaz can't it
Lot of cats tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my gat
Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't if I'm openin up, or headline
the speed limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the county or fed
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any
Ever had with, son is a bastard
I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you We got the game mastered

I you the pain was comin
You listen
You to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last
Now take these bullets with you to

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

I don't 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 block and whoever you
I don't care your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of
Shootin backwards, for practice
or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck and get a glock
My name ring bells like at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my say reload me
I and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them
Run in crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in
Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, shit changed
Get brained in the dot six Range
main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, flipped big caine
Flow 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
hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no
I just sit on my til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple and divas with D-classes
Iceberg with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me?
Put more beat on that joint