Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

Black man, man, Jew man ain't no joke
Remember me and my used to sit up on the porch
And about when we get older now we up against the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggas down; cause it ain't 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 that
But shall you test, and never shall you quit
Runnin up on me with fuck shit will get you nothin but dead nigga

Be careful where you cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners 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 around my way are always smokin up on that
Be layin them Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of steadily makin this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, yo' herb man
they start kickin 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 forgot they always gonna a plot
Right up sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave
Thieves can't in your crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, blindfolds can't three eyes
We wise to the fact so we with 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 ever get lost cause you get caught up in that 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,

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

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

we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
Just in case these youngsters to take it
Pullin the on another black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose and try to take my spot

Well, they come like black stallions in the
Usually fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right
you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep 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 you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla ya rims
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,