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 love my niggaz not my bitch, Lox pop the
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
Coke sniffin' hold the fort it's off the wall
Back to my mentality is fatality
Niggaz way over they salary

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
Pop the gat, aim precisely
them niggaz at? Them feds are sheisty
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 to the cash and the blow, yo

Wherever I go, my crew, is true to
Got stripes in New York like uniforms
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, aight?
Went from eatin' no frills cereals with 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 that spray for me, honeys pay for me
Money that lay for me, mami, for me

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

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

Too many supercops nigga, you can 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 hoarse

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

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

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

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