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 like
Tootin like it's cool bein a fool, and I just
Sit and watch those nose membranes flame
My ends is and you can't stop that rain
When it to fall

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

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

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

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

A-well I'm on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on crack
Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they (backs)
Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper
Niggas don't the master plan, crumble 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 just to get things those
People got we forgot always gonna keep a plot
Right up sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave
Thieves can't in your crib and leave in that good life too
So gimme me and then I'm straight, as
See, can't cover three eyes
We wise to the so we attack with what we know
is the only good life, so what you strivin fo'? Yeah

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 play 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,

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

Yes, they can bite, but 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, don't got no

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

Well, they come black stallions 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, 'til come over the hill - surprised

Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it
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 macks I love the corners you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,