Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

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

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me
Talkin 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 cause you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla 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 up on that crack
Be layin them Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they kickin the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) like ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off ass boi

We like fat hoes just to get things that those
People got we forgot always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't believe they deceive like
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 what we know
Heaven is the only life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

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

Well flip-flops and football socks
A nigga be rockin the mic 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 that shit
So what mo' can you wit?

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
They can come and up little slang but cannot see us
You ought to be ashamed, 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 that golden Lincoln
I got my up under my seat
Just in case these tryin to take it
Pullin the pistol on another man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose and try to take my spot

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