Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

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

I'm for that next beef
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' pole with

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

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

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

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

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

Big L had just got popped just a before
If 50 lives, gettin' dropped from Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to and operate
when he popped up a number one
And we ain't never stop if you wonderin'
if I'm under the gun

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

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

Stompin', I rompin'
Since Tim Dogg was 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when was still 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 don't