Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

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

I'm waitin' for that beef
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm to go so bad I'm goin' bananas
My dick's so hard Nicole could
Use it to pole vault with

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

Everyday, the same thing
People in this game try to buddy, us
Just to get enough to study us
just wants 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
Understand how to rob
50 was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin'

And a damn slot at the same time as each other
Why the fuck you think we ride we brothers
we rhyme with each other?
In time we discovered that we have more in
Then we thought with each
Both robbed of our

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

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

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

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

Stompin', I rompin'
Since Tim Dogg was 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even Elvis yet

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