Luyện nghe bài hát Hassan I Sabbah

Notorious B.I.G. F/ & JoJo, Nas

I Really Want to You
B.I.G.]
Wooo! gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
Y'all better be with that punch button Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you youse the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's
G-E-D, wasn't 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 out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for chumps tryin to stop my
And what they don't know will on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man

Chorus: K-Ci &

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

B.I.G.]
I had the master
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over 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
with the crack in the of her ass
Two pounds of in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick
I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up my peeps
Toyota had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I heard I was dead six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it hit me harder
We got infiltrated, Nino at the Carter
Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch 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 out for the whole family
A G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
in the struggle

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

Guns and
put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with
This kid he got his krib rated, police found
They locked up, his 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 tried to be the Frank White, and Escobar
Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a car
Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight
Then he it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, dough on computers
technology dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to drug for TV's
Stores run out of soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and
My bitches out of state get while they pushin my cars
me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of nut
Seats on the stay nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is the cash be; watchin for task force
Cause I know comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole wit somethin
in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the Nicholas Barnes, baby

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