Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like
like it's cool bein a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those membranes flame
My ends is and you can't stop that rain
it starts to fall

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

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

And a quarter pound of feet weed, 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 that fuck shit will get you nothin but dead nigga

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

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

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

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

Well like flip-flops and football
A be rockin the mic like 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 dumb
So what mo' can you wit?

Yes, they can bite, but 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 my seat
Just in case these youngsters to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was the plot
But my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot

Well, come like black stallions in the night
Usually around fo' or five, is when they the time is right
When you good and sleep, I sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they come the hill - surprised

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 brims and you chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,