Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

So they probaly you go with the flow
Just so I don't explode and
another episode 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 Anna could
Use it to fuckin' vault with

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

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

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

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

Our fathers want us
What was wrong with us, was it our
'Cause we started thinkin' God doesn't us
Two odd
Who just happened to at the right time
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 just a month before
If 50 lives, gettin' dropped from Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's he popped up a number one
And we ain't never stop if you wonderin'
Even if I'm the gun

You ain't gotta all the time with 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 gonna motherfuckin' business as usual
aside 'fore I bruise 'em all
Swallow your pride I step on it with shoes you call
Nike's, Earthlings, how do you these?
You gotta 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats

Stompin', I rompin'
Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back 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 the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc
And ya stop