Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
Things will be the same
They have never let us
Get off foot in this

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

So they probaly 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 goin'
My dick's so hard Nicole could
Use it to fuckin' vault with

Oh, shit! I mean when she was bloated
they cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, it's a
'Cause they know that they don't spit the
It's a what people do for ten minutes of fame

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

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

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

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

Big L had just got popped just a month
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped from
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's when he popped up a one
And we never gonna stop if you wonderin'
if I'm under the gun

You ain't gotta 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' business as
Ego's aside 'fore I 'em all
your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you call
Nike's, Earthlings, how do you these?
You gotta 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats

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

That tells us
Any doubts in your head that the shit
Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Toc
Still the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc
And ya stop