Luyện nghe bài hát Biggie

Queen Bee and B.I.G. nigga
The best that lived, the best that ever did it
The best ever lived it, cock suckers, what's his name?
That's how we do it y'all, yeah, to all my niggaz in the
Bad Boy, who we die for all day, everyday nigga, yeah,

For the love of Big, we out
Since my man died, we hang out
We blow brains out, we the club up pullin' things out
Mafia World, all my max out
We Bad Boys, why niggaz cracked out
Coward niggaz, most are down south

Far gangstas, really hush puppies
Niggaz speak when we discuss money
stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny
The realest niggaz never took nuthin' me

Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with that got drunk
And hate kids got niggaz on state
That hate movies Rosewood and Matrix
A yo, Biggie me well, Biggie told me
How to bricks like cartwheel

To all my who puffed him
To all my who hugged him
You him, yell his name Biggie
I'd die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Representin' Buck
Mack 11's back, niggaz better duck down
Face down, you the routine, the cream
Earing's, you know the Biggie bring

For Big I to grip aim and cock it once I got it, I lock it
Banger, big city boy with deep
See me speak, that paper better be the
I like my ice frozen the Antarctic
I'm quick to it, your good to start it
And with the flashy on, you just a target
for a hard hit

I marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of
I ain't got shit, I spread things, things
whenever my mood swings, from the summer
Fall, winter to the spring my nigga ill's it down for the beam
Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still and steal chains
Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain still ride, die for Big's name

To all my who puffed him
To all my girls who him
You love him, yell his Biggie
I'd die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and for Biggie

Representin' town
Mack 11's back, niggaz better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the
Earing's, you know the drama Biggie

For Big I grip the cig, put six in wig
Not 'cause of what he said, of what he did
I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised
And thats the way it is for
We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on
Do jokes with scanners, niggaz mediocre
Full of dirt like hampers I with a bunch of niggaz
wear bandannas and rep Biggie

We kept it through, from the heart the barrel
B.K. style, see Big howl, now
Lets see who, go against Mafia world
nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep Biggie
Niggaz to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga
Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold
my gat and bust for my nigga Biggie

To all my who puffed him
To all my who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Representin' Buck
Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck
Face down, you know the routine, the
Earing's, you know the drama Biggie

Now when I cock and squeeze, my Desert E'z
you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for
One for Mafia so take that and one's for Biggie
You know Frank kept me out
Mink dragon, figures in my bank account
All that material shit, y'all tryin' to get it

You pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like Biggie
All y'all ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
Or get shit right, check it, it's the B I, double G I E
Y'all niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big
Who you love for the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we need y'all help, we hold our own
'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to it up
B I G missin' us, him out Biggie

To all my thugs who him
To all my girls who him
You him, yell his name Biggie
I'd die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and for Biggie

Representin' Buck
Mack 11's back, niggaz better duck down
down, you know the routine, the cream
Earing's, you the drama Biggie bring

To all my thugs who him
To all my who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my