Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

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

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

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

Oh, shit! I mean when she was still
Before cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, a game
'Cause they know that they spit the same
It's a shame what do for ten minutes of fame

Everyday, the same thing
People in game try to buddy, buddy us
Just to get close to study us
Everybody just wants to have somethin' to do that
They all to get that stamp

They after that Shady, aftermath
like a monopoly
They probably 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 slot machine at the same time as each
Why the fuck you think we ride we brothers
When we rhyme with each
In time we discovered that we more in common
we thought with each other
Both of our mothers

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

Big L had just got popped a month before
If 50 lives, he's dropped from Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's 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 always be between you and I
But see the is if it is I could give a shit

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

Stompin', I been
Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' Compton'
I was whilin',
when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even raps yet

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