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
Y'all better be swift with that punch Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People at you like youse the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't about your stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 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 figured out licks went for down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And they don't know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad cause 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 me . I really wanna show you
How I run the streets . I really show you
How I'm G's . I really wanna show 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 honey on the
the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of in the stash
I for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin
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, what rumors was
Last I heard I was dead with six to the
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the
Heard Tec got murdered in a I never heard of
by bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch to God she won't snitch
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, me, blowing like a bubble;
in the struggle

B.I.G.]
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor
ain't tryin to see no 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 rated, police found grams
They locked up, his fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his out, then he told on his man
Now home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
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, countin on computers
High technology dealers, to the and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap for TV's
Stores run out of baking 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 titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust they pushin my cars
Callin me up, callin me baller, for they cut
Pretty bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the stay nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task
Cause I they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in West for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby

(repeat to fade)