Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the ready
Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's spaghetti
Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Crack
Buck em all if they move, Noodles shoot that whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who do diddly

It'll be a cold day in hell the day I an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't to kill
I'm still the fat one that you to hate
Catch you at your mother's wake, you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight

I rub your face off the Earth and your family children
Amityville I drill the nerves in your cavity filling
Insanity's building a in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like support

I support Pun in he does, anything he loves
My brother another mother sent from the above
A nigga just like me, one of the best -- might be
better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee

Spike Lee couldn't paint a better
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains getting

Hit you with the Mac, your bitch, nigga what?
You getting stuck, my finger's itchy as a fuck!

Truck jewels, cruising in the Land, "Cash Rules"
Last crew to it caught a hundred trying to pass through

That's true (So who the to get it?)
TS the best did it (Get it off your chest kid admit it and it's)

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you stop!
Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the cocked)
Yeah, and you stop!
(We'll it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
It's still on an undercover cop

the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt
Take em first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth
The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally
Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary as I can
I'm one man against the world, me and my girl
Black Pearl Latina mas but keeps it real
You the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it

Creep with me, as I in my Beemer
All the kids in the call me Don Cartagena
ass as I blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police,
You know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and leave you right there
So beware rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak
And let these motherfuckers know how we run the

Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no
Ricans known for slashing catching niggas while they sleeping
No relaxing, keep eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us
Street professors, Squad, ghetto scholars
Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm and shot down
Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock

We towns like rounds in the chamber
Boogie Down major like Nine, I mine
Every time I'm the crime boss of New York
Where we to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk
And stalk, I prey like the
Whoever want it, go and get it set it baby and bury ya
So remember the that I'm repping
I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til it's

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you stop!
cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you stop!
(We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow whole spot
Yeah, and you stop!
still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop