Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot Dead

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

[Chorus x2:
Little Johnny 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 money, feel the drama 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 wanna sail the six pack?
his thought, shit to muzzle, chase a trouble, pass, guzzle
It's lookin' bad, every fuckin' thing that he had
Osirus, ass computer virus
The vintage fighter, Johnny
to be the finest heavyweight, walkin' Empire State
Livin' lavish, but in exaggerate of
Funds way to the tongues, no for bigger guns
Rendevous makin' moves, the endevour
Hypin' fright, kill and excite, my P.
Rended you in comp, like a niggas when they stomp
Muthafuckas get stomped,

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Yo, watch 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 hangin' the wire
Where the trunks, pieces of lead heat up ya body
In six to avenge what it is, a brother gets shell shocked
enemies paradox
The tense, relentless, end this
The was assault and bust the vault
Brothers fought, at ease
Crash the 'ment, just to free up
Lookin' forward and to it up
Five/six deep, followin' and ordernents
Weapon supply, fugitive spies,
Smoke screen, brothers done lost their lives
From the team, gettin' get caught up in the government scheme

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Yo, brace the armor, face the cap slugs in back
We escape, the labryinth, hope
Battle is decision, act of precision
The coke was depth bein' the only one
Couldn't divide the rules skated with the
Lay low with pesos, and blow
Add a stunts, and his trail got cold
Headed for the block when he drove his Rolls
Seen and heard, yo, word, me the four
Point blank at the tank, empty at the dour
Slow your roll, the was too immense to run
Knew that his time would come, top
Branded by a government
The boys in blue, Paparazzi circled the
Rounded up six cats whose were tapped
Still frontin', knew nothin', yo!

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