Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
will never be the same
They should have let us
Get off foot in game

Ever since I was to rap music
I been missin' a screw like and Juice
I lose it at any moment
Those who know me it

So they probaly told you go the flow
so that I don't explode and
Have another episode I let it go
As far as the one Benzino did

I'm for that next beef
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm to go so bad I'm goin' bananas
My so hard Anna Nicole could
Use it to fuckin' vault with

Oh, shit! I mean she was still bloated
they cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, it's a
'Cause know that they don't spit the same
It's a shame what do for ten minutes of fame

Everyday, it's the same
in this game try to buddy, buddy us
Just to get close to study us
Everybody just to have somethin' to do with that
They all tryin' to get stamp

They after Shady, aftermath money
It's a monopoly
They just now finally
how to rob fully
50 was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin'

And a damn slot machine at the same time as other
Why the fuck you think we ride like we
When we with each other?
In time we discovered that we have in common
Then we with each other
robbed of our mothers

Our ain't want us
What was with us, was it our fault
'Cause we started God doesn't love us
Two odd
Who just happened to at the right time
What a coincidence when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I still remember the call up at King 'cause

Big L had just got just a month before
If 50 lives, gettin' dropped from Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's he popped up a number one
And we never gonna stop if you wonderin'
Even if I'm the gun

You ain't gotta agree all the time me
Or see eye to eye
There'll always be animosity you and I
But see the is if it is I could give a shit

Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' as usual
Ego's aside I bruise 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it shoes you call
Nike's, Earthlings, how do you like
You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, like cleats

Stompin', I been
Since Tim was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when they was still makin' cassettes
I wasn't even Elvis yet

tells us that
Any doubts in your head that the shit
Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Doc
And ya don't