Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
Things never be the same
They should have let us
Get off foot in game

Ever since I was to rap music
I been missin' a screw like Bishop and
I could it at any moment
Those who know me it

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

I'm for that next beef
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm ready to go so bad I'm bananas
My so hard Anna Nicole could
Use it to pole vault with

Oh, shit! I mean when she was still
they cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, it's a
they know that they don't spit the same
It's a shame what people do for ten of fame

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't gotta all the time with me
Or see eye to eye
always be animosity between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I give a shit

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

Stompin', I been
Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

That us that
Any doubts in head that seals the shit
Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc
And ya don't