Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

Ever I was introduced to rap music
I been missin' a screw like and Juice
I lose it at any moment
who know me know it

So they probaly told you go with the
Just so I don't explode and
Have episode where I let it go
As far as the one Benzino did

I'm waitin' for that next
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm ready to go so bad I'm bananas
My dick's so hard Anna Nicole
Use it to fuckin' pole with

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

Everyday, the same thing
in this game try to buddy, buddy us
Just to get close to study us
Everybody just to have somethin' to do with that
They all to get that stamp

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

And a slot machine at the same time as each other
Why the fuck you think we ride like we
When we rhyme each other?
In time we discovered we have more in common
we thought with each other
Both of our mothers

Our fathers ain't us
was wrong with us, was it our fault
'Cause we started thinkin' God love us
Two odd
Who just happened to at the right time
a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I still remember the call up at Chung 'cause

Big L had just got popped just a before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped 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 agree all the time me
Or see eye to eye
always be animosity between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I give a shit

Still conduct motherfuckin' business as usual
aside 'fore I bruise 'em all
Swallow your 'fore I step on it with shoes you call
Nike's, Earthlings, how do you like
You gotta 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats

Stompin', I rompin'
Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when they was still Maxell cassettes
I wasn't raps Elvis yet

tells us that
Any doubts in head that seals the shit
Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Doc
And ya stop