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 this

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

So they probaly you go with the flow
Just so 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, locked and
I'm ready to go so bad I'm bananas
My dick's so hard Nicole could
Use it to fuckin' vault with

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

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

after that Shady, aftermath money
It's like a
probably just now finally
Understand how to rob
50 Cent was like a 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 with each other?
In time we discovered that we have in common
Then we thought with each
Both robbed of our

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

Big L had got popped just a month before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's he popped up a number one
And we ain't never gonna if you wonderin'
if I'm under 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 difference is if it is I could give a

Still 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 been
Since Tim was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I wasn't raps Elvis yet

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