Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you my name out
Things will never be the
They should never let us
Get off foot in game

since I was introduced to rap music
I been a screw like Bishop and Juice
I lose it at any moment
who know me know it

So they probaly told you go the flow
Just so that I explode and
Have another episode I let it go
As far as the one with did

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gotta agree all the time with me
Or see eye to eye
There'll be animosity between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I give a shit

Still gonna conduct business as usual
aside 'fore I bruise 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it with 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' Compton'
I was whilin',
when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even Elvis yet

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