Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

Ever since I was to rap music
I been missin' a like Bishop and Juice
I could lose it at any
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 Benzino did

I'm for that next beef
I'm cocked, and loaded
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 mean when she was bloated
Before cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I flames 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, it's the thing
in this game try to buddy, buddy us
Just to get enough to study us
Everybody just to have somethin' to do with that
They all tryin' to get stamp

They after that Shady, money
like a monopoly
They probably just now
Understand how to rob
50 Cent was like a 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
we rhyme with each other?
In time we discovered that we have in common
Then we with each other
robbed of our mothers

Our fathers ain't us
What was wrong us, was it our fault
'Cause we thinkin' God doesn't love us
Two odd
Who just happened to meet at the time
What a coincidence 'cause 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I still remember the call up at 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 come and
That's when he up a number one
And we never gonna stop if you wonderin'
if I'm under the gun

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

Still gonna conduct business as usual
aside 'fore I bruise 'em all
Swallow your '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 been
Since Tim Dogg was 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

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