Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Junction

Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes
Elope ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, this 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 nose membranes
My is loose and you can't stop that rain
When it to fall

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

Black man, man, Jew man ain't no joke
Remember me and my cousin to sit up on the porch
And talk about we get older now we up against the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggas door down; 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 sess, nigga you all up in that mess
But never shall you test, and never shall you
Runnin up on me that fuck shit will get you nothin but dead nigga

Be careful where you roam cause you might not 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 chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

A-well I'm drankin on yak while I'm dippin off in 'llac ('llac)
The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that
Be layin them College Park flat on they backs (backs)
Livin the life of pimps makin this paper stack
Niggas don't understand the plan, crumble yo' herb man
'til they start the do' in, then we ready to blast dem
Out (Out) 'Kast ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash)
So mayday, may Dre, 'em up off they ass boi

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

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

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

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can and pick 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 stankin Lincoln
I got my heat up under my
Just in case these youngsters tryin to it
the pistol on another black man was never the plot
But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to my spot

Well, they come like black stallions in the
around fo' or five, is when they figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I it
Wit my own eyes, 'til they over the hill - surprised

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