Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

since I was introduced to rap music
I missin' a screw like Bishop and Juice
I could it at any moment
Those who know me it

So probaly told you go with the flow
Just so I don't explode and
Have episode where 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
Before they cut her open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, it's a
'Cause they know that they don't the same
It's a shame what people do for ten of fame

Everyday, it's the same
People in game try to buddy, buddy us
to get close enough to study us
Everybody just wants to have somethin' to do that
They all tryin' to get that

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

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

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

Big L had just got popped a month before
If 50 lives, gettin' dropped from Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to and operate
when he popped up a number one
And we ain't never stop if you wonderin'
if I'm under the gun

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

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

Stompin', I rompin'
Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck
I was whilin',
Back they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

tells us that
Any doubts in your head that the shit
Ticky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc
And ya stop