Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes
ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, check this out

Niggas wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches
Tootin like cool bein a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those nose membranes
My ends is loose and you can't stop that
When it to fall

like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man
I'm speakin about these cause you know nothing bout that man
The nigga the is high and fly like ValuJet
You about the beatin, this my ends is never met, nigga

man, white man, Jew man ain't no joke
Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the
And talk about when we get older now we up the ropes
Yeah they niggas door down; cause it ain't no dope on the streets

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me
Talkin about Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and shall you quit
Runnin up on me with that shit will get you nothin but dead nigga

Be careful where you cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that
Be layin them College hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
Niggas don't the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to dem
Out (Out) like ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, 'em up off they ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that
People got we forgot they always keep a plot
up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave
Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, can't cover three eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack with what we
Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin Yeah

Be careful where you cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya
and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

like flip-flops and football socks
A nigga be rockin the mic like
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm callin yo' ass a flawed
Yappin this crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to dumb shit
So mo' can you come wit?

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can come and pick up little slang but see us
You to be ashamed, trying to fit in "My Adidas"
So Run D.M.C. is me and no, don't got no heater

we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up my seat
Just in case these tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to my spot

Well, they come like stallions in the night
Usually around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is
When you and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill -

Be careful you roam cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that
Junction,
To all you players ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,