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 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
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for casket and moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And they don't know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he tryin to hear it
mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, man

Chorus: & JoJo

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 me . I really 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 him Two-Tecs, he tote 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 hash in the
I wait for hon to make some quick
I told her she be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
Had to see what's up with my peeps
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 hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the
Heard Tec got in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, be home in three
then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, me, blowing like a bubble;
in the everyday

B.I.G.]
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor
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 us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, police grams
locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his out, then he told on his man
Now they home, like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin on computers
technology dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to drug for TV's
run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, my weight in they titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get while they pushin my cars
Callin me up, callin me baller, call for cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of nut
on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is where the be; watchin for task force
Cause I know they comin but I'm my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole wit somethin
Crib in West for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes,

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