Luyện nghe bài hát Hassan I Sabbah

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

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

B.I.G.]
I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
People at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they don't know about your day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
Smokin with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, why my moms hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for casket and moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment, he tryin 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 have your gat in hand, cause man

Chorus: K-Ci &

Come and run me . I really wanna show you
How I run the streets . I wanna show you
How I'm clockin G's . I really show you
Come and run with me . I really 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 this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my on the Amtrak
with the crack in the of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the
I wait for hon to make quick cash
I her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin double digit 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
I heard I was dead 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 bitch named Alberta nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she snitch
I told her when she hit the I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a
in the everyday

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

Guns and
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't
Take til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his rated, police found grams
They locked up, his whole fam; sister his old man
Nigga bailed his out, then he told on his man
Now they home, like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next Frank White, and
up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on
High dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap for TV's
Stores run out of soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
City laws by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my
Callin me up, me baller, call for they cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the
for the stash box is the cash be; watchin for task force
Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole wit somethin
in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby

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