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 punchin in motherfucker
better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But they don't about your stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And what they don't will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to it
Smoking mad cause 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

K-Ci & JoJo

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

B.I.G.]
I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to take this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he start to bust he to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my on the Amtrak
the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of in the stash
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, double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I heard I was dead six to the head
I got the phone call, it couldn't 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 over nickel-plated
And my swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until then I out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, like a bubble;
in the struggle

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 they spot us, snakes flee with
This kid he got his krib rated, found grams
locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin
He to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
Pickin up coke a holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Night
the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
High technology dealers, to the and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap for TV's
run out of baking soda from 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 get bust while they pushin my cars
Callin me up, me baller, call for they cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of nut
Seats on the Bent' nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is where the be; watchin for task force
Cause I they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I this whole game wit somethin
in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Barnes, baby

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