Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

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

I'm waitin' for that 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' pole with

Oh, shit! I when 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 they know that don't spit the same
It's a shame what people do for ten minutes of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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