Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you my name out
will never be the same
They should have let us
Get off foot in this

Ever since I was introduced to rap
I missin' a screw like Bishop and Juice
I could lose it at any
Those who know me it

So they probaly you go with the flow
so that I don't explode and
Have another episode I let it go
As far as the one with did

I'm waitin' for that next
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm ready to go so bad I'm bananas
My dick's so hard Nicole could
Use it to fuckin' vault with

Oh, shit! I mean she was still bloated
Before they cut her stomach open and it
Anybody I flames at gets a name, it's a game
'Cause know that they don't spit the same
It's a shame what do for ten minutes of fame

Everyday, it's the same
People in game try to buddy, buddy us
Just to get enough to study us
Everybody just wants to have to do with that
They all to get that stamp

They after that Shady, aftermath
It's a monopoly
They just now finally
Understand how to rob
50 was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin'

And a slot machine at the same time as each other
Why the fuck you think we ride like we
When we with each other?
In time we discovered we have more in common
Then we thought with each
Both robbed of our

Our ain't want us
What was with us, was it our fault
'Cause we started thinkin' God love us
Two odd
Who just happened to at the right time
What a coincidence 'cause 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I still the call up at Chung King 'cause

Big L had just got popped a month before
If 50 lives, he's gettin' from Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to and operate
when he popped up a number one
And we ain't never gonna stop if you
Even if I'm the gun

You ain't gotta agree all the time me
Or see eye to eye
There'll always be between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I could a shit

Still gonna motherfuckin' business as usual
Ego's 'fore I bruise 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I on it with shoes you call
Nike's, Earthlings, how do you these?
You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, like cleats

Stompin', I rompin'
Since Tim was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when they was still Maxell cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

That tells us
Any doubts in head that seals the shit
Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Doc
And ya stop