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

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

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

And a quarter 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 never shall you
Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you 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 up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'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 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 understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til start kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like ('Kast) we bout, to crash (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 always gonna keep a plot
Right up they you won't believe they deceive like weave
Thieves can't in your crib 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 with what we
Heaven is the only life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

Be careful where you roam cause you 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 chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

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

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 like D.M.C. is me and no, got no heater

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

Well, they come black stallions in the night
Usually fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I sleep until I seen it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they come the hill - surprised

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