Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot Dead

[Intro:
Check it out... it out..
Yo.. yo... yo

x2: Frukwan]
Little Walker Red, 2 to the head
Big shot, slingin' crack and rocks, found
Some say it was the
said it was our brothers on the block

Yo, makin' stacks of cash money, feel the drop
of the crop, I keep it hot
Feel the rhyme in it, dominant, fake ass
Muthafuckas fuck the wine, get ya mind
So he sail with the six pack?
his thought, shit to muzzle, chase a trouble, pass, guzzle
It's bad, sellin' every fuckin' thing that he had
Osirus, weak ass computer
The vintage fighter, Johnny
Claim to be the finest heavyweight, Empire State
lavish, but in exaggerate of lust
Funds way to the tongues, no excuse for guns
Rendevous moves, the physical endevour
Hypin' fright, kill and excite, my P.
Rended you in comp, like a hundred niggas when they
Muthafuckas get stomped,

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Yo, when brothers get ill, I knew that
and repurcuss', bust, bust, no discuss
Rush in position to blaze, bustin'
put you in a panic, hold ya cannon
Fox 5, got ya from the wire
Where the debris trunks, of lead heat up ya body
In six to avenge what it is, when a gets shell shocked
enemies paradox
The tense, relentless, never end
The scandal was assault and bust the
Brothers that fought, at
Crash the 'ment, just to free up
Lookin' and to livin' it up
Five/six deep, Jeeps and ordernents
supply, fugitive spies, subordinants
Smoke screen, three brothers done lost their
From the team, while gettin' get caught up in the government

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Yo, brace the armor, the cap slugs in your back
We escape, through the labryinth,
is skilled decision, act of precision
The coke was bein' the only one left
Couldn't divide the rules skated with the
Lay low with pesos, chronic and
Add a couple stunts, and his got cold
Headed straight for the when he drove his Rolls
and heard, yo, word, give me the four
Point blank at the tank, empty clip at the
your roll, the pain was too immense to run
Knew that his time come, top issue
Branded by a official
The in blue, Paparazzi circled the block
Rounded up six cats whose phones were
Still frontin', knew nothin', yo!

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