Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Want To Show You

Woo! There's be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch Jack
Biggie,

I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People at you like you's 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 livin' so devilish, shit

I remember I was just you
Smokin' blunts my crew, flippin' over 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 kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks for twenty 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
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in 'cause man

and run with me
I wanna show you
How I run the
I really show you
How I'm G's
I really show you
Come and run me
I really wanna you

I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
With my man Two-Tecs to take over this
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he start to he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak with the in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the
I wait for hon to make some quick

I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin' back, countin' double digit stacks
Had to re-up, see up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I heard I was dead with six to the
I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder

We got like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I heard of
By some bitch named over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she won't
I told her she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, be home in three
Until I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, like a bubble
In the everyday

Come and run me
I really wanna you
How I run the
I wanna show you
How I'm G's
I wanna show you
and run with me
I wanna show you

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 where the sun ain't shinin'
Take ki's they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, found grams
They locked up his whole fam, mom's his old man
Nigga bailed his out, then he told on his man

Now they actin' like nuttin' wrong, hustlin' again
He tried to be the next White and Escobar
Pickin' up coke a fiend holds it in a car
Cooks it up till it's bright white, cut it tight
Then he slings it to the fiends lookin' Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, dough on computers
High technology dealers to the users and
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for
run out of baking soda from BK to QB

My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin' my in they titties and drawers
My bitches out of get bust while they pushin' my cars
Callin' me up, callin' me baller, for they cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' nasty, push the dash
For the stash box is where the cash be, watchin' for task
'Cause I know they comin' but I'm reachin' my
Fuck bummin', I'm makin' sure I this whole game wit' somethin'
in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin' at the Nicholas Barnes, baby

Come and run me
I really wanna you
How I run the
I really show you
How I'm G's
I really wanna you
Come and run me
I really show you

and run with me
I really wanna you
How I run the
I really wanna you
How I'm G's
I wanna show you
and run with me
I really show you

Come and run me
I really wanna you
How I run the
I really show you
How I'm G's
I wanna show you
and run with me
I really wanna you