Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
Things will be the same
They should never let us
Get off in this game

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

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

I'm waitin' for that next
I'm cocked, and loaded
I'm to go so bad I'm goin' bananas
My dick's so hard Anna could
Use it to pole vault with

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

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

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

And a damn slot machine at the same time as each
Why the fuck you think we like we brothers
When we rhyme with other?
In time we discovered that we have more in
Then we thought with other
Both robbed of our

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

Big L had just got popped a month before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped from
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
when he popped up a number one
And we ain't never gonna if you wonderin'
Even if I'm the gun

You gotta agree all the time with me
Or see eye to eye
There'll always be between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I could give a

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

Stompin', I been
Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck
I was whilin',
Back when they was still Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even Elvis yet

That tells us
Any doubts in your head seals the shit
Ricky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Doc
And ya don't