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 I had to get Bad Boy up on this 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 the dope name
I be a [unverified], tellin' ma I her on my own fame

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

I think way out, like a state lay-out
Dubs me in one city to have it spray out
Cartels bring in they coke, a weigh out
is crowned, blunts is lit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elevator, next stop, and LaFrenz
While y'all fuckin' with them twins from Flatte
Somehow Vegas, to strip Stacy Dash
Fuck talk black 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, then I let you front in my
And Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns hoarse

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

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

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

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