Luyện nghe bài hát Twinz (deep Cover '98)

Ready for war Joe, how you blow they spot
I know dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the floor, Joey Crack
Buck em all if they move, Noodles shoot that whore
Dead in the middle of Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do

It'll be a cold day in hell the day I an L
no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate 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
Like Amityville I drill the nerves in your filling
building a pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's
A villain remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the like child support

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, and you stop!
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop 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 your whole
Yeah, and you stop!
It's one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

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

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

Fuck peace, I run the streets with no compassion
Puerto Ricans known for slashing catching niggas while sleeping
No relaxing, keep eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto
Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal
Better acknowledge or get knocked until I'm locked and shot down
Heather B. make me put my Glock Down

We lock towns like rounds in the
Boogie major like Nine, I bust mine
Every plus I'm the crime boss of New York
Where we taught to walk the walk, all my carry chalk
And stalk, I like the Predator
Whoever it, go and get it set it baby and I'mma bury ya
So the Squad that I'm repping
I fill a clip of my weapon and Punish niggas 'til it's

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