Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

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

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

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on backs (backs)
Livin the of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
Niggas understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they start the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off ass boi

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

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

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

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

Well we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin
I got my up under my seat
Just in case youngsters tryin to take it
the pistol on another black man was never the plot
But sometimes my lose theyself and try to take my spot

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

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