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 in this motherfucker
better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But they don't know about your day
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was just 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 to kick me out, no doubt
Then I out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for 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 tryin to hear 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 better your gat in hand, cause man

Chorus: & JoJo

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

B.I.G.]
I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to over this projects
call 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 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 what's up with my
Toyota had it cheap 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, Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated
And my bitch swear to God she snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in
Until then I out for the whole family
A G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
in the struggle

B.I.G.]
I'm seeing body 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 they us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, police found
They locked up, his whole moms sister his old man
bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next Frank White, and
Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a 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 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 Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust they pushin my cars
Callin me up, me baller, call 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; for task force
Cause I know they comin but I'm my goal
bummin, I'm makin 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

(repeat to fade)