Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

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

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 that
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always up on that crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin paper stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, yo' herb man
'til they 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 that those
People got we forgot they gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe deceive like weave
Thieves can't break in your and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, blindfolds can't three eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack what we know
Heaven is the only good life, so what you fo'? Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

Be careful where you cause you might 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 ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,