Luyện nghe bài hát Hassan I Sabbah

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

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

B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they don't about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
And what they know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment, he tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have gat in hand, cause man

Chorus: & JoJo

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

B.I.G.]
I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the
the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick
I told her she be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin
Sittin back, countin double digit stacks
Had to see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I heard I was with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like at the Carter
Heard Tec got in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she won't
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the rich
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until then I looks out for the whole
A G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
in the struggle

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

Guns and
Bitches put they tongues where the sun shinin
ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his rated, police found grams
They locked up, his fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, he told on his man
Now they home, actin like wrong, hustlin again
He to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
Pickin up coke a fiend it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight
he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on
technology dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for
Stores run out of baking soda BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
City made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and
My bitches out of state get bust while pushin my cars
Callin me up, callin me baller, for they cut
Pretty bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the
for the box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
Cause I they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this game wit somethin
in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby

(repeat to fade)