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 Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they know about your stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink 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, wasn't
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms 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
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And what they don't know show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 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 with me . I really wanna 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 wanna 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
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my on the Amtrak
with the in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the
I wait for hon to some quick cash
I told her she be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the
See who got smoked, what rumors was
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 murdered in a town I heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated
And my bitch swear to God she won't
I told her when she hit the bricks make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until then I looks out for the family
A true G, that's me, blowing a bubble;
in the struggle

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

Guns and
Bitches put they tongues the sun ain't shinin
ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, found grams
They up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga his moms out, then he told on his man
Now home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
Pickin up a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's white, cut it tight right
Then he it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on
High technology dealers, to the and losers
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
City made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, my weight in they titties and drawers
My bitches out of 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 know they but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes,

(repeat to fade)