Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Notorious B.I.G. & The L.O.X.

Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on piece
You know I had to get Bad Boy up on piece
Big to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time

I'd rather not than snitch
And I my niggaz not my bitch, Lox pop the clip
Hit the rap game what's the dope
I be a [unverified], tellin' ma I take her on my own

with, entrepreneurs, from the law
Coke sniffin' bitches hold the fort it's off the
Back to reality my mentality is
makin' way over they salary

I think way out, like a fifty state
Dubs me enough in one to have it spray out
bring in they coke, havin' a weigh out
Kingpins is crowned, is lit

Aiyyo from the streets so a cell ain't shit
Jail ain't shit, God'll just teach me
If put me in a cell then my ghost'll drift
Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the

Yeah, yeah,
Pop the gat, aim precisely
Where them at? Them feds are sheisty
See the problem's that, you way too nice
Where that coke at? Fuck where it be

be like me, hard-headed, extroverted
When my gun burn, much hotter than
You got one turn, I you show
Me the to the cash and the blow, yo

I go, my crew, is true to swarm
Got stripes in New York like Yankee
When I was born, I know I the world darker
The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to ya

Like Bob Barker, if The Price is
Lay your ass for spite, anybody aight?
from eatin' no frills cereals with food stamps
Tto Armani materials, coppin'

I got cats to spray for me, that pay for me
Money that lay for me, mami, for me
Cats spray for me, honeys that pay for me
that lay for me, mami, pray for me

Uhh, uhh, to me doin' shit for you, try God
after, runnin' your cabbage you as good as retard
Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did to you
Whirlpool maxin, to the end

Elevator, stop, Tony and LaFrenz
y'all still fuckin' with them twins from Flatte
Somehow Vegas, to strip Stacy Dash
Fuck talk black I'm the SHIT in New York

Too supercops nigga, you can have these blocks
And these hoes, with cheap ass Parasucos
Get new clothes, then I let you front in my Porsche
And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns

minutes and twenty five seconds to your end
You know it be the kiss, your last wish
Everybody wanna who The L.O.X is
'Cause we ain't spittin' nuttin' out but that hot

Burnin' trees, sippin' mo', eatin'
Up in the oriental joint, usin'
Soon we rock gators, hit bitches from Barbados
Then all y'all players hate us

everything we do stay gettin' overlooked
Now be shook cause you dealin' with real crooks
I lie for a while y'all cats was on us
But now, if you can't us, join' us

We tryin' to blow lye with the Sultan of
In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and
In-5 with the headers
Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob with the feathers
Whatever, goodfellas, uhh