Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

Black man, white man, Jew man no joke
me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch
And about when we get older now we up against the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggas door 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 Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But shall you test, and never shall you quit
Runnin up on me with that fuck shit get you nothin but dead nigga

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

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm 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)
the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, yo' herb man
they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes to get things that those
People got we forgot they always gonna keep a
Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive weave
Thieves break in your crib and leave in that good life too
So me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See, blindfolds can't cover eyes
We wise to the so we attack with what we know
Heaven is the only life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare 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 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 birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm yo' ass a flawed pimp
Yappin this crew you run wit
bouncin to that dumb shit
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 to be ashamed, trying 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 stankin Lincoln
I got my up under my seat
Just in these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose and try to take my spot

Well, they come like black in the night
Usually around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is
When you good and sleep, I sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they over the hill - surprised

Be careful where you roam 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 and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,