Luyện nghe bài hát Hassan I Sabbah

Notorious B.I.G. F/ & JoJo, Nas

I Really to Show You
B.I.G.]
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in motherfucker
Y'all better be swift that punch button Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts my crew, flippin over 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out went for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And what they don't know show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better your gat in hand, cause man

K-Ci & JoJo

Come and run with me . I wanna show you
How I run the streets . I wanna show you
How I'm clockin G's . I wanna show you
and run with me . I really wanna show you

B.I.G.]
I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to take over projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my on the Amtrak
with the crack in the of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the
I wait for hon to make quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, got gassed
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my
Toyota had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I heard I was dead with six to the
Then I got the call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the
Heard Tec got in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over burners
And my bitch swear to God she won't
I told her when she hit the I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, be home in three
then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a
in the everyday

B.I.G.]
I'm body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John

Guns and
put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, found grams
They locked up, his whole fam; sister his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, he told on his man
Now home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next Frank White, and
Pickin up a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Night
the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
High dealers, to the users and losers
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while pushin my cars
Callin me up, me baller, call for they cut
hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the
for the stash box is the cash be; watchin for task force
I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit
Crib in Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes,

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