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

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

I'd not breathe than snitch
And I love my not my bitch, Lox pop the clip
Hit the rap game what's the name
I be a [unverified], tellin' ma I her on my own fame

Movin' with, entrepreneurs, the law
Coke bitches hold the fort it's off the wall
Back to reality my is fatality
Niggaz makin' way they salary

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

Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell shit
Jail ain't shit, God'll teach me quick
If they put me in a 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? where it might be

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

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

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

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

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

Elevator, next stop, Tony and
While y'all still fuckin' with twins from Flatte
Somehow Vegas, tryin' to Stacy Dash
Fuck police black I'm the SHIT in New York

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

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

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

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

We tryin' to lye with the Sultan of Brunei
In it for the cheddar, slip-ons and sweaters
Black In-5 with the
Andrew be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers
Whatever, goodfellas, uhh