Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
Things will never be the
They have never let us
Get off foot in this

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

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

I'm waitin' for that next
I'm cocked, and loaded
I'm to go so bad I'm goin' bananas
My dick's so hard Anna Nicole
Use it to fuckin' vault with

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

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

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

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

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

Big L had just got popped a month before
If 50 lives, gettin' dropped from Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to come and
when he popped up a number one
And we ain't never gonna stop if you
Even if I'm 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 is if it is I could give a shit

Still conduct motherfuckin' business as usual
Ego's aside 'fore I 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I 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 been
Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even Elvis yet

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