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 in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that button Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People look at you youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But don't know about your 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, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear 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 gat in hand, cause man

Chorus: K-Ci &

and run with me . I really wanna show you
How I run the streets . I really show you
How I'm clockin G's . I wanna show 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 to take over this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my on the Amtrak
the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the
I wait for hon to make some quick
I her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what was spread
I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch to God she won't snitch
I her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in
Until I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing a bubble;
in the struggle

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

Guns and
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
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 to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
Pickin up coke a holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin on computers
High technology dealers, to the and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to drug for TV's
run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they and drawers
My bitches out of state get while they pushin my cars
me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
Pretty bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task
Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my
bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in West Palms for my dime, for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Barnes, baby

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