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 this
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 youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But they don't know about stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was just you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
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 went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have gat in hand, cause man

K-Ci & JoJo

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

B.I.G.]
I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to over this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my on the Amtrak
the crack in the crack of her ass
Two of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand
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 with six to the
I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a I never heard of
by some bitch named over nickel-plated burners
And my swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, be home in three
Until then I looks out for the family
A true G, me, blowing like a bubble;
in the everyday

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

Guns and
Bitches put they where the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, police found
locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, then he on his man
Now they home, actin like wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next White, and Escobar
Pickin up coke a holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, like Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on
High technology dealers, to the users and
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of soda from BK to QB
My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my in they titties and drawers
My out of state get bust while 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 Bent' nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task
Cause I know comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this 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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