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
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
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 livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
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 cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better have your gat in hand, man

K-Ci & JoJo

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

B.I.G.]
I had the master
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
with the in the crack of her ass
Two of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand
Had to re-up; see up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I heard I was with 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 town I never of
by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated
And my bitch to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks make the hooker rich
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 everyday

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

Guns and
put they tongues where 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 fam; moms his old man
Nigga his moms out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin
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 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 drug for
Stores run out of baking soda BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
City laws by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my
Callin me up, callin me baller, call for cut
Pretty bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the stay nasty, push the dash
for the box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I this whole game wit somethin
Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Barnes, baby

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