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 Puff Daddy, 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 the dope name
I be a [unverified], ma I take her on my own fame

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
Pop the gat, aim precisely
Where niggaz at? Them 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 hotter than
You got one turn, I you show
Me the to the cash 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 darker
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 no frills cereals with food stamps
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
Money that lay for me, mami, 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 fuckin' with them twins from Flatte
Somehow Vegas, tryin' to strip Dash
Fuck police talk I'm the SHIT in New York

Too many nigga, you can have these blocks
And these hoes, with them 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, grantin' last wish
wanna know who The L.O.X is
'Cause we ain't spittin' nuttin' out but hot shit

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

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