Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

Black man, white man, Jew man no joke
me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch
And talk about we get older now we up against the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggas door down; cause it no dope on the streets

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
can come and pick 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 golden stankin Lincoln
I got my up under my seat
Just in these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose and try to take my spot

Well, they come like stallions in the night
around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they over 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 you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,