Luyện nghe bài hát Going Back

[verse1: Bigg
I New York
Every Saturday at the barbershop we doing
the week plannin' the stroke
Throw away! Throw away! from the police
Check it! Hello Mexican? Now me!
I'm like GSP, the girls call me gorilla
Pointed the gun at me and pulled the
You're trembling? "Get The Dollar" isn't for you
Killa killa, so be a killa
Your to talk!
I cannot his voice echoin' through New York

Bigg Sound]
Going
We don't think the
I would hit his head
I would have his bed completely red

BACK!

[verse2: Jim
So listen! my time!
with 'em Rich!
Check it in my sneakers, comin' after another bitch
Going back! A pistol was me and my contract
Shot the Rock! the Dway!
I'm hungry? Not
Nah, I don't who'u blew nigga
I know that was the
Flight to Cali, to Rome
My respect on the street has not
Now I private jet, but I got the same name
I'm still wit' T.B.S. Thug fuckin' your mo'fuckin'

Sound]
What?
One time!

Rampage]
My on the street has not changed
Now I gotta private jet, but I got the name
I'm wit' T.B.S. Thug fuckin' your mo'fuckin' game

Bigg Sound]
Going
We don't the contract
I have hit his head
I would left his bed completely red

[verse3: Sound]
Hug to J.
50 Cent is to my block
I try to do somethin'
I still my bike
In the avenue for exchangin' ideas wit' Cadence
What? up!
Speech New York! Mom to stand up
is my paper? I'm comin' back
I'm wit' me my gat
A Benz, a cap
New will always be the Biggie Smalls crib
Here the sound will be present on the street

[chorus: Bigg
Going
We think the contract
I would have hit his
I would have left his bed red
back
We think the contract
I would hit his head
I would have left his bed red

BACK!