Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
Things will be the same
They should have let us
Get off in this game

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

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

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

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

Everyday, it's the thing
People in this game try to buddy, us
Just to get close to study us
Everybody just wants to somethin' to do with that
They all tryin' to get stamp

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

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

Our fathers want us
What was wrong us, was it our fault
'Cause we started thinkin' God love us
Two odd
Who just happened to at the right time
What a coincidence when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I remember the call up at Chung King 'cause

Big L had just got popped just a month
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's when he up a number one
And we ain't gonna 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 is if it is I could give a shit

Still gonna conduct business as usual
Ego's 'fore I bruise 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it shoes you call
Nike's, Earthlings, how do you like
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',
Back when they was still makin' cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

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