Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

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

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

Oh, shit! I mean when she was bloated
they cut her stomach open 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 people do for ten 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 after Shady, aftermath money
It's a monopoly
They just now finally
how to rob fully
50 was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's like we hit the lottery

And a slot 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 more in
Then we with each other
Both of our mothers

Our ain't want us
What was wrong us, was it our fault
'Cause we started thinkin' God love us
Two odd
Who just happened to meet at the time
a coincidence 'cause 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 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'
Even if I'm the gun

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

Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as
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, they're cleats

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

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