Luyện nghe bài hát Going Back

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

[chorus: Bigg
back
We don't think the
I would have hit his
I would left his bed completely red

BACK!

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

Sound]
What?
One time!

[Jim
My on the street has not changed
Now I gotta jet, but I got the same name
I'm still T.B.S. Thug fuckin' your mo'fuckin' game

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

Biggie Sound]
Hug to J.
50 is welcome to my block
I try to do somethin'
I still remember my
In the avenue for exchangin' ideas wit' Cadence
Speak 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 York will always be the Biggie crib
the sound will always be present on the street

[chorus: Bigg
Going
We don't the contract
I have hit his head
I would left his bed completely red
Going
We think the contract
I would hit his head
I would left his bed completely red

BACK!