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 be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button
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 buddha
But they don't know about stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
Smokin blunts my crew, flippin 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 licks went for down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they know will show 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
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have gat in hand, cause man

K-Ci & JoJo

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

B.I.G.]
I had the plan
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he start to he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my on the Amtrak
with the in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of 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 stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up my peeps
Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me
We got infiltrated, like at the Carter
Tec got murdered in a town I never heard 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 I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in
Until then I looks out for the whole
A true G, me, blowing like a bubble;
in the struggle

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

Guns and
Bitches put tongues where the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, found grams
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 nuttin wrong, hustlin
He to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
up coke a fiend 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 like Fright
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on
High dealers, to the users and losers
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
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, me baller, call for they cut
hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, the dash
for the box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
Cause I they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole wit somethin
Crib in West for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes,

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