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 this
Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one

I'd rather not breathe snitch
And I love my not my bitch, Lox pop the clip
Hit the rap what's 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 it's off the wall
Back to my mentality is fatality
Niggaz makin' way over they

I think way out, a fifty state 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 streets so a cell shit
Jail ain't shit, just 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 niggaz at? Them feds are
See the that, you way too nice please
Where that coke at? Fuck where it be

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

Like Bob Barker, if The is Right
Lay your ass for spite, anybody aight?
Went from no frills cereals with food stamps
Tto Armani materials, Rembrandts

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause everything we do stay overlooked
Now y'all be shook cause you 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 the Sultan of Brunei
In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and
Black In-5 with the
Andrew be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers
Whatever, goodfellas, uhh