Luyện nghe bài hát Hassan I Sabbah

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

I Want to Show You
B.I.G.]
Wooo! gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
People look at you like youse the
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I out licks went for twenty down South
up my tools for my raw power move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
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 to hear it
mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man

K-Ci & JoJo

Come and run with me . I really wanna you
How I run the streets . I really show you
How I'm G's . I really wanna show you
Come and run me . I really wanna 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 this
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the
with the in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the
I wait for hon to make some quick
I her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin double digit stacks
Had to see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it hit me harder
We got infiltrated, Nino at the Carter
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 she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, be home in three
Until I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a
in the everyday

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

Guns and
Bitches put tongues where the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee consignment
kid he got his krib rated, police found grams
They up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, he told on his man
Now they home, actin nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the Frank White, and Escobar
Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a car
it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like 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 baking from BK to QB
My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, my weight in they titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust they 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 stay nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is where the cash be; for task force
Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my
Fuck bummin, I'm sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my
Ridiculous, you lookin at the Nicholas Barnes, baby

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