Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

Niggas elope wit ski slopes and like avalanches
Tootin like it's bein a fool, and I can't just
Sit and watch those nose membranes flame
My is loose and you can't stop that rain
When it starts to

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

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

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

Be careful where you roam cause you not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get up in that sauce
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,

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that ('llac)
The junkies my way are always smokin up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they (backs)
Livin the of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast 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 they always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't they deceive like weave
Thieves can't break in crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, blindfolds can't three eyes
We wise to the so we attack with what we know
is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

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

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

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

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

Well, come like black stallions in the night
around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I 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 ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,