Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes
Elope ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, this out

Niggas elope wit ski and fall like avalanches
Tootin like it's cool a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch nose membranes flame
My ends is loose and you can't stop that
it starts to fall

Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and
I'm speakin about these pros cause you know nothing that man
The the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet
You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is never met,

man, white man, Jew man ain't no joke
Remember me and my cousin to sit up on the porch
And talk about when we get older now we up against the
Yeah they kickin niggas down; cause it ain't no dope on the streets

And a pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need
Talkin about that sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and never shall you
Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin but nigga

Be careful where you roam you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always up on that crack
Be them College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin paper stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' man
'til they start kickin the do' in, we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that
People got we forgot always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like
Thieves can't break in your and leave in that good life too
So me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See, can't cover three eyes
We wise to the fact so we with what we know
Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin Yeah

Be careful you roam cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

Well like flip-flops and football
A nigga be rockin the mic birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm callin yo' ass a flawed
about this crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to that shit
So mo' can you come wit?

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
They can come and pick up slang but cannot see us
You ought to be ashamed, to fit in "My Adidas"
So Run D.M.C. is me and no, don't got no heater

Well we around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
Just in case these youngsters tryin to it
Pullin the on another black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my

Well, they come like stallions in the night
Usually around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is
When you and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they over the hill - surprised

Be careful where you roam cause you might not it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,