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 game

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

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

I'm for that next beef
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm ready to go so bad I'm bananas
My dick's so hard Anna could
Use it to fuckin' pole vault

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as
Ego's aside 'fore I 'em all
your 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 cleats

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

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