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 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 to sell
look at you like youse the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, 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 for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for chumps tryin to stop my
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
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, man

Chorus: & JoJo

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

B.I.G.]
I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
my man Two-Tecs 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
the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of in the stash
I for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, got gassed
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I heard I was dead six to the head
I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never of
by some named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in
Until then I out for the whole family
A true G, me, blowing like a bubble;
in the everyday

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

and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't
Take til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his rated, police 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, like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next Frank White, and
Pickin up coke a holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's white, cut it tight right
Then he it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin on computers
technology dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to drug 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 Smalls
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, call for 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 comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave whole game wit somethin
in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes,

(repeat to fade)