Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Want To Show You

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

I know how it feel to up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People at you like you's the user
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't 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 just you
blunts 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 forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower

For chumps to stop my flow
And what they don't know 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 that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in 'cause man

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
Come and run me
I wanna show you

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

I told her she be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm loungin' black
Sittin' back, countin' double thousand stacks
Had to re-up, see what's up my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the
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 I never heard of
By bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until then I out for the whole family
A true G, me, blowing like 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
and run with me
I really show you

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

Now they home actin' like nuttin' wrong, again
He tried to be the next Frank White and
Pickin' up coke a fiend it in a seperate car
Cooks it up till it's bright white, cut it tight
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 for TV's
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 titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin' my
me up, callin' me baller, call for they cut
Pretty bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the
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' I leave this whole game wit' somethin'
Crib in West for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin' at the next Nicholas Barnes,

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

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
and run with me
I really wanna you

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