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 this
Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, 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 the dope name
I be a [unverified], tellin' ma I take her on my own

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

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

Aiyyo from the streets so a cell 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 are sheisty
See the problem's that, you way too please
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 suggest you
Me the to the cash and the blow, yo

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

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

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

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

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

minutes and twenty five seconds to your end
You know it be the kiss, grantin' last wish
wanna know who The L.O.X is
'Cause we spittin' nuttin' out but that hot shit

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

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

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