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 like it's cool a fool, and I can't just
Sit around and watch those membranes flame
My ends is loose and you can't that rain
When it starts to

Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and
I'm speakin about these pros cause you know bout that man
The nigga the B-I-G is and fly like ValuJet
You thinkin about the beatin, my ends is never met, nigga

Black man, man, Jew man ain't no joke
Remember me and my cousin to sit up on the porch
And talk about when we get now we up against the ropes
Yeah they kickin niggas door down; cause it ain't no 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 shall you quit
Runnin up on me with that fuck shit get you nothin but dead nigga

Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

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

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

Be careful where you cause you might not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that
Junction,
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla ya rims
and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,

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

Yes, they can bite, but be us
They can come and up little slang but cannot see us
You to be ashamed, trying to fit in "My Adidas"
So Run like D.M.C. is me and no, got no heater

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

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

Be careful where you roam cause you not make it home
In the junction, in the
Don't you dare ever get lost you get caught up in that sauce
Junction,
To all you players play ya and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Junction,