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 I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece
Big shot to my man Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time

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

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

I think way out, a fifty state lay-out
me enough in one city to have it spray out
Cartels bring in coke, havin' a weigh out
is crowned, blunts is lit

Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a ain't shit
ain't shit, God'll just teach me quick
If they put me in a cell my ghost'll drift
Hold my inf, feel my give me the strength

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elevator, next stop, and LaFrenz
While y'all still fuckin' them twins from Flatte
Somehow Vegas, tryin' to strip Stacy
Fuck police talk I'm the SHIT in New York

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

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

trees, sippin' mo', eatin' lobsters
Up in the joint, usin' chopsticks
Soon we gonna rock gators, hit bitches Barbados
Then all players gonna hate us

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

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