Luyện nghe bài hát Hassan I Sabbah

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

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

B.I.G.]
I how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People at you like youse the user
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock 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 cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man

K-Ci & JoJo

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 show you
Come and run me . I really wanna show you

B.I.G.]
I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man to take 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 honey on the
with the crack in the of her ass
Two pounds of in the stash
I wait for hon to make some cash
I told her she be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin double digit stacks
Had to see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I heard I was with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me
We got infiltrated, Nino 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 bricks I'll make the 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 everyday

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

Guns and
Bitches put they tongues where the sun shinin
Take ki's til they us, snakes flee with consignment
kid he got his krib 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 like nuttin wrong, again
He tried to be the 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 it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
High dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for
Stores run out of baking soda BK to QB
My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie
Bitches, holdin my weight in they and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while pushin my cars
me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
Pretty bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is where the 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 Barnes, baby

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