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 can't
Sit around and watch those nose flame
My ends is loose and you can't that rain
When it to fall

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

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

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

Be careful where you cause you might 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 play ya brims and you hustla ya rims
'Llac and and macks I love 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 smokin up on that crack
Be layin College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps makin this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, yo' herb man
'til they start kickin the do' in, we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes to get things that those
People got we forgot they gonna keep a plot
Right up 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 I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See, blindfolds can't cover eyes
We to the fact so we attack with what we know
Heaven is the only good life, so what you fo'? Yeah

Be careful where you roam cause you might not 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 players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

like flip-flops and football socks
A nigga be the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you
I'm callin yo' ass a flawed
Yappin this crew you run wit
Bankhead to that dumb shit
So what mo' can you come

Yes, they can bite, but be us
can come 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, got no heater

we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
Just in these youngsters tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my

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

Be careful where you cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare get lost 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 the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,