Luyện nghe bài hát Hassan I Sabbah

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

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

B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like the user
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms 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
nineteen 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 tryin to it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in
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 . I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin G's . I wanna show you
Come and run me . I really wanna show you

B.I.G.]
I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And he start 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 her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my
Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead six to the head
Then I got the call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never of
by some bitch named Alberta over burners
And my swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in
Until then I out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, like a bubble;
in the struggle

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

Guns and
Bitches put they tongues the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with
This kid he got his krib rated, police found
locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin
He tried to be the next White, and Escobar
Pickin up a fiend holds it in a seperate car
it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, dough on computers
High technology dealers, to the users and
Half-leg DiDi, try to drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda BK to QB
My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and
My out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
Callin me up, callin me baller, call for cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the
for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task
Cause I know they but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I 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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