Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me
Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that
But shall you test, and never shall you quit
Runnin up on me that fuck shit 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 ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in that ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin paper stack
Niggas don't the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they start kickin the do' in, then we ready to 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 believe they deceive like weave
Thieves can't in your crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See, can't cover three eyes
We wise to the so we attack with what we know
Heaven is the only life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

Be careful where you roam cause you might not 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 play ya brims and you hustla 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 be rockin the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm callin yo' ass a pimp
Yappin this crew you run wit
Bankhead bouncin to dumb shit
So what mo' can you wit?

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

Well we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin
I got my heat up under my
Just in case these youngsters tryin to it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was the plot
But sometimes my brothers theyself and try to take my spot

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

Be where you roam cause 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 play 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,