Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Want To Show You

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

I how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People look at you you's the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad to pay
That's why you Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish,

I remember I was just you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over
G E D wasn't B I G
I had to get P A D, why my moms hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock for casket and flower moves

For tryin' to stop my flow
And what they don't know will 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 your gat in hand 'cause man

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

I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
With my man Two-Tecs to take over projects
call 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 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 could be Lieutenant, bitch got
At last, I'm literally loungin'
Sittin' back, countin' double digit stacks
Had to re-up, see what's up my peeps
Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead six to the head
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 Alberta over nickel-plated
And my swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a
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
Come and run me
I really show you

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

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

My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, my weight in they titties and drawers
My bitches out of get bust while they pushin' my cars
Callin' me up, me baller, call for they cut
Pretty hoes me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the stay nasty, push the dash
For the stash box is where the cash be, watchin' for task
'Cause I know 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 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 show you
Come and run me
I really show you

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

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