Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you my name out
Things will be the same
should have never let us
Get off in this game

Ever since I was to rap music
I been a screw like Bishop and Juice
I could it at any moment
who know me know it

So they told you go with the flow
Just so that I explode and
another episode where I let it go
As far as the one with did

I'm waitin' for next beef
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm ready to go so bad I'm bananas
My dick's so hard Anna could
Use it to fuckin' pole vault

Oh, shit! I mean when she was still
Before they cut her open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, a game
'Cause they know they don't spit the same
a shame what people do for ten minutes of fame

Everyday, it's the same
in this game try to buddy, buddy us
Just to get enough to study us
Everybody just wants to have somethin' to do that
They all tryin' to get stamp

They after Shady, aftermath money
It's like a
probably just now finally
Understand how to rob
50 Cent was like a jackpot for me
And Dre, like we hit the fuckin' lottery

And a damn slot machine at the same time as each
Why the fuck you think we ride like we
When we rhyme with other?
In time we discovered we have more in common
we thought with each other
Both of our mothers

Our fathers want us
What was wrong with us, was it our
'Cause we started thinkin' God doesn't us
Two odd
Who just to meet at the right time
What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got up in Jamaica Queens
I still remember the call up at Chung King

Big L had just got popped just a month
If 50 lives, gettin' dropped from Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's when he up a number one
And we ain't never gonna stop if you
Even if I'm the gun

You ain't agree all the time with me
Or see eye to eye
There'll always be animosity you and I
But see the difference is if it is I could a shit

Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' as usual
Ego's aside 'fore I 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it with you call
Nike's, Earthlings, how do you these?
You love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats

Stompin', I rompin'
Since Tim Dogg was 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I wasn't raps Elvis yet

That us that
Any doubts in your head that seals the
Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Toc
with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc
And ya don't