Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

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

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

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

Everyday, the same thing
People in game try to buddy, buddy us
Just to get enough to study us
Everybody just wants to have to do with that
They all to get that stamp

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

And a damn machine at the same time 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
Both robbed of our

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

Big L had just got popped a month before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
when 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 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 could give a

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

Stompin', I rompin'
Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when they was makin' Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even raps yet

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