Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

So they told 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, locked and
I'm to go so bad I'm goin' bananas
My dick's so Anna Nicole could
Use it to fuckin' vault with

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

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

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

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

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

Big L had just got popped just a before
If 50 lives, gettin' dropped from Columbia
Two years me and Doc had to come and operate
That's he popped up a number one
And we never gonna stop if you wonderin'
if I'm under the gun

You ain't gotta all the time with 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

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

Stompin', I been
Since Tim Dogg was 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when they was still makin' Maxell
I wasn't raps Elvis yet

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