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 be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
People at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they don't about your stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over
Cause G-E-D, 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 licks went for twenty South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And what they don't know will show on the
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better have gat in hand, cause man

Chorus: & JoJo

and run with me . I really wanna show you
How I run the . I really wanna show 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 master
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he start to bust he to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the
with the crack in the of her ass
Two pounds of in the stash
I wait for hon to make some cash
I told her she be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my
Toyota had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I I was dead with six to the head
I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like at the Carter
Tec got murdered 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 hooker
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until then I looks out for the whole
A true G, that's me, blowing like a
in the struggle

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

Guns and
Bitches put they tongues the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til they spot us, snakes with consignment
This kid he got his rated, police found grams
They locked up, his whole moms sister his old man
Nigga his moms out, then he told on his man
Now home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next White, and Escobar
up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it right
he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin on computers
High technology dealers, to the and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to drug for TV's
Stores run out of soda from BK to QB
My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie
Bitches, holdin my in they titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my
Callin me up, callin me baller, for they cut
hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, the dash
for the stash box is where the cash be; for task force
Cause I know they but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave whole game wit somethin
Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Barnes, baby

(repeat to fade)