Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot Dead

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

[Chorus x2:
Little Johnny Red, 2 to the head
Big shot, slingin' crack and rocks, dead
Some say it was the
Mothers it was our brothers on the block

Yo, makin' stacks of cash money, feel the drama
of the crop, I keep it hot
Feel the in it, dominant, fake ass talkin'
Muthafuckas the wine, get ya mind open
So he wanna with the six pack?
Cork his thought, shit to muzzle, chase a trouble, pass,
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
way to the tongues, no excuse for bigger guns
Rendevous makin' moves, the physical
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 when brothers get ill, I knew
Pain and repurcuss', bust, bust, no
Rush in to blaze, stard bustin'
Circumstance put you in a panic, 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
Figure enemies
The tense, relentless, never end
The scandal was and bust the vault
Brothers fought, at ease
Crash the 'ment, just to up butts
Lookin' forward and to it up
Five/six deep, Jeeps and ordernents
Weapon supply, fugitive spies,
Smoke screen, three brothers done lost their
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, through the labryinth,
Battle is decision, act of precision
The was depth bein' the only one left
Couldn't divide the skated with the jewels
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, give me the
Point blank at the tank, clip at the dour
your roll, the pain was too immense to run
Knew that his time come, top issue
Branded by a official
The boys in blue, circled the block
Rounded up six cats whose phones were
Still frontin', nobody nothin', yo!

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