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 shot to my man Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time

I'd not breathe 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], ma I take her on my own fame

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

I think way out, like a fifty state
Dubs me enough in one city to have it 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 they put me in a then my ghost'll drift
Hold my inf, my soul give me the strength

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

Don't be like me, hard-headed,
When my gun burn, much hotter than
You got one turn, I you show
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, tote gats, to spark ya

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

I got cats to for me, honeys that pay for me
Money that lay for me, mami, for me
Cats that spray for me, that 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, and LaFrenz
While y'all still fuckin' with them twins from
Somehow Vegas, tryin' to strip Stacy
Fuck talk 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 turns hoarse

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

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

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

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