Luyện nghe bài hát Biggie

Queen Bee and B.I.G. nigga
The that ever lived, the best that ever did it
The best that ever it, cock suckers, what's his name?
That's how we do it y'all, yeah, to all my in the house
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 tear the club up pullin' out
Mafia World, all my max out
We Bad Boys, why y'all cracked out
Coward niggaz, most are buried south

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

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

To all my thugs who him
To all my who hugged him
You love him, his name Biggie
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my
please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie

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

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

I like marine blue, marine green, roll a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay
We big boys, we do big things, born in county of kings
I ain't got shit, I things, take things
whenever my mood swings, from the summer
Fall, winter to the spring my nigga ill's it down for the beam
BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain ride, still 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 rather die on my feet, than live on my
Nigga please, I and squeeze for Biggie

Representin' town
Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz 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 of what he said, 'cause of what he did
When I hear that pop quiz, the way I was raised
And thats the way it is for
We roll the Panthers, show our guns on camera
Do jokes with police scanners, niggaz
Full of dirt like hampers I roll with a of niggaz
That wear and rep Biggie

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

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

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

Now I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
Make you to your knees, barely able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for
One for Mafia so take that and this one's for
You know kept me iced out
dragon, seven 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 this right, check it, it's the B I, double G I E
Y'all niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big
Who you Biggie for the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we don't y'all help, we hold our own
'Cause this out to cats not tryin' to give it up
B I G us, shout him out Biggie

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

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

To all my who puffed him
To all my girls who him
You love him, his name Biggie
I'd die on my feet