Luyện nghe bài hát Hassan I Sabbah

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

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

B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know your stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
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 for my raw power move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
And what they don't know show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can like the 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 wanna you
How I'm clockin G's . I really wanna you
Come and run me . I really wanna show you

B.I.G.]
I had the master
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man to take over 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 honey on the
with the in the crack of her ass
Two of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick
I told her she be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I heard I was dead six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it hit me harder
We got infiltrated, Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named over nickel-plated burners
And my swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole
A true G, that's me, like a bubble;
in the struggle

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

Guns and
Bitches put they tongues the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til they spot us, snakes with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, police grams
They locked up, his fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga his moms out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next White, and Escobar
Pickin up 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
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 baking from BK to QB
My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big Nas and Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while 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 Bent' stay nasty, the dash
for the stash box is where the cash be; for task force
I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this game wit somethin
in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the Nicholas Barnes, baby

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