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 up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
People look at you like the user
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 livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
Smokin with my crew, flippin over 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 figured out licks went for twenty down
Packed up my for my raw power move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what don't know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to it
mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can like the Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man

K-Ci & JoJo

Come and run with me . I really show you
How I run the streets . I wanna show you
How I'm G's . I really wanna show you
and run with 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 to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he start to he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the
with the in the crack 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 loungin black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
Had to see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it on the Jeeps
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 Nino at the
Heard Tec got murdered in a 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 the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until then I looks out for the whole
A true G, that's me, like a bubble;
in the struggle

B.I.G.]
I'm seeing after body and our mayor Guiliani
tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti

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
bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, again
He tried to be the next Frank White, and
Pickin up coke a fiend it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright
the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
High dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie
Bitches, holdin my weight in titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust they pushin my cars
Callin me up, callin me baller, for they cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, all of this nut
Seats on the stay nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is where the be; watchin for task force
I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in West for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the Nicholas Barnes, baby

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