Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes
Elope ski slopes ahh damn.. yeah, check this out

Niggas elope wit ski slopes and like avalanches
Tootin it's cool bein a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those nose membranes
My is loose and you can't stop that rain
When it starts to

Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and
I'm about these pros cause you know nothing bout that man
The nigga the is high and fly like ValuJet
You thinkin about the beatin, this my is never met, nigga

Black man, white man, Jew man ain't no
Remember me and my cousin to sit up on the porch
And talk about when we get older now we up the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggas door down; cause it ain't no on the streets

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga me need
Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in mess
But never shall you test, and never you quit
Runnin up on me with that fuck will get you nothin but dead nigga

Be careful where you roam you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya
and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that
Be layin them College Park hoes on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper
Niggas understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, 'em up off they ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things those
got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive weave
Thieves break in your crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, blindfolds can't cover three
We wise to the fact so we with what we know
is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

Be careful where you roam cause you not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

like flip-flops and football socks
A nigga be the mic like birthdays
Jon and Ser-cy, so are you wor-thy?
I'm callin yo' ass a pimp
Yappin about crew you run wit
Bankhead to that dumb shit
So what mo' can you wit?

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us
You to be ashamed, trying to fit in "My Adidas"
So Run like D.M.C. is me and no, got no heater

Well we zippin around the in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up my seat
Just in case these tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another man was never the plot
But my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot

Well, come like black stallions in the night
Usually around fo' or five, is they figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they over the hill - surprised

Be careful where you roam cause you not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,