Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Want To Show You

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

I know how it feel to up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you's the
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they know about your stress-filled day
on the way, mad bills to pay
That's why you Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
And wish you livin' so devilish, shit

I remember I was like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, over 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 nineteen for casket and flower

For tryin' to stop my flow
And what don't know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in
For an assault that I in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better have your gat in hand man

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

I had the master
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
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 Amtrak with the crack in the of her ass
Two pounds of in the stash
I for hon to make some quick cash

I her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm loungin' black
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand
Had to re-up, see up with my peeps
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 like Nino at the
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated
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
Until then I looks out for the whole
A true G, that's me, blowing a bubble
In the everyday

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

I'm seeing body after body and our Guiliani
Ain't tryin' to see no black man to John Gotti
and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't
Take till they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his rated, police found grams
locked up his whole fam, mom's sister his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, then he on his man

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

My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
City made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin' my weight in they and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while they my cars
Callin' me up, callin' me baller, for they cut
Pretty bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
on the Bent' 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 makin' sure I leave whole game wit' somethin'
Crib in Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin' at the Nicholas Barnes, baby

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

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

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