Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

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

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

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

man, white man, Jew man ain't no joke
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 quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga me need
Talkin about that Southern sess, you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and never you quit
Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin but nigga

Be careful where you 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 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,

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 layin College Park hoes flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the master plan, 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, knock 'em up off ass boi

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things those
got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot
Right up they sleeve you won't they deceive like weave
Thieves break in your crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and I'm straight, as eight-oh-five
See, blindfolds can't three eyes
We wise to the fact so we attack with we know
Heaven is the only good life, so what you fo'? Yeah

Be careful where you roam cause you 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 and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

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

Yes, can bite, but cannot be us
They can come and pick up little 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

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

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

Be careful you roam cause you might 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 players play ya brims and you hustla ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,