Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
Things never be the same
They should never let us
Get off in this game

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

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

I'm waitin' for that beef
I'm cocked, and loaded
I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin'
My dick's so Anna Nicole could
Use it to fuckin' pole with

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

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

They after Shady, aftermath money
It's like a
They probably just now
how to rob fully
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 you think we ride like we brothers
When we rhyme with each
In time we that we have more in common
Then we thought with each
Both robbed of our

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

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

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

gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as usual
Ego's 'fore I bruise 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it 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'
Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when they was makin' Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even Elvis yet

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