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 fall avalanches
Tootin like it's cool bein a fool, and I just
Sit around and those nose membranes flame
My ends is loose and you can't that rain
it starts to fall

Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, and Vogues and cat-man
I'm speakin about these pros cause you know nothing that man
The nigga the B-I-G is and fly like ValuJet
You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is met, nigga

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

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

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

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

Be careful where you roam 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 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,

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

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can come and pick up little 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 golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up my seat
Just in case these youngsters to take it
Pullin the on another black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my

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

Be careful where you roam cause you might not 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 macks I love the corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,