Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

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

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

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are smokin up on that crack
Be layin them College Park flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they start kickin the do' in, then we to blast dem
Out (Out) 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, 'em up off they ass boi

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

Be careful where you cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you ever 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 corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

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

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can come and pick up little slang but see us
You ought to be ashamed, 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 up under my seat
Just in case youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers theyself and try to take my spot

Well, they come like black in the night
Usually around fo' or five, is when they figure the is right
When you good and sleep, I couldn't until 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 hustla chrome ya
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,