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

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

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

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

Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell ain't
Jail ain't shit, God'll just teach me
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? Them are sheisty
See the that, you way too nice please
Where that at? Fuck where it might be

Don't be 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 York like Yankee
When I was born, I know I make the darker
The age of fifteen, gats, quick to spark ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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