Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

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

I'm waitin' for next beef
I'm cocked, and loaded
I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin'
My dick's so Anna Nicole could
Use it to fuckin' pole with

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

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

They after that Shady, money
It's like a
They just now finally
Understand how to rob
50 was like a fuckin' 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 ride like we
When we rhyme with other?
In time we discovered we have more in common
Then we thought each other
Both robbed of our

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

Big L had got popped just a month before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped from
Two years later me and Doc had to and operate
That's 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 all the time with me
Or see eye to eye
There'll be animosity between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I give a shit

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

Stompin', I been
Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

That tells us
Any doubts in your head seals the shit
Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc
And ya don't