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 Daddy, Notorious 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 her on my own fame

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

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

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

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

Don't be me, hard-headed, extroverted
my gun burn, much hotter 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 Yankee uniforms
When I was born, I know I make the world
The age of fifteen, tote gats, to spark ya

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

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

Uhh, uhh, talkin' to me shit 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, stop, Tony and LaFrenz
While y'all still with them twins from Flatte
Somehow Vegas, tryin' to strip Stacy
Fuck police talk I'm the SHIT in New York

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

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

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

'Cause everything we do gettin' overlooked
Now y'all be shook cause you dealin' with real
I can't lie for a while y'all 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, slip-ons and sweaters
In-5 with the headers
Andrew be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers
Whatever, goodfellas, uhh