Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

So they probaly told you go with the
Just so that I don't and
Have another 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 Anna Nicole could
Use it to pole vault with

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

Everyday, it's the same
People in this game try to buddy, us
Just to get enough to study us
Everybody just wants to have somethin' to do that
They all to get that stamp

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

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

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

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

You ain't gotta agree all the time me
Or see eye to eye
There'll be animosity between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I could a shit

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

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

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