Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

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

Ever since I was introduced to rap
I been missin' a screw like and Juice
I could lose it at any
who know 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 waitin' for that beef
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm to go so bad I'm goin' bananas
My dick's so hard Anna Nicole
Use it to fuckin' pole vault

Oh, shit! I mean when she was bloated
Before cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, a game
'Cause they know that they don't the same
It's a shame people 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
all tryin' to get that stamp

They that Shady, aftermath money
It's a monopoly
They probably just now
how to rob fully
50 Cent was a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's like we hit the lottery

And a damn slot machine at the time as each other
Why the fuck you think we ride we brothers
When we rhyme each other?
In time we discovered that we more in common
Then we thought with each
Both robbed of our

Our fathers ain't us
What was with us, was it our fault
'Cause we thinkin' God doesn't love us
Two odd
Who just happened to at the right time
What a coincidence when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I still the call up at Chung King 'cause

Big L had just got just a month before
If 50 lives, gettin' dropped from Columbia
Two later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's when he popped up a one
And we ain't gonna stop if you wonderin'
Even if I'm the gun

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

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

Stompin', I rompin'
Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck
I was whilin',
Back they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

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