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 that button Jack
Biggie,

I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People at you like you's the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But don't 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 I was just like you
blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause G E D B I G
I had to get P A D, that's why my hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for and flower moves

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

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

I had the master
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
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 in the crack of her ass
Two of hash in the stash
I for hon to make some quick cash

I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got
At last, I'm loungin' black
back, countin' double digit thousand stacks
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
Last I heard I was dead six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me

We got infiltrated like at the Carter
Heard Tec got in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta nickel-plated burners
And my swear to God she won't snitch
I told her she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in
Until then I out for the whole family
A true G, me, blowing like a bubble
In the struggle

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

I'm seeing after body and our mayor Guiliani
tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
Guns and
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't
Take ki's till they spot us, snakes with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, 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' like wrong, hustlin' again
He tried to be the Frank White and Escobar
Pickin' up a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up till bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends like Fright Night
the motorbikes, the scooters, countin' dough on computers
High dealers to the users and losers
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of soda from BK to QB

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

and run with me
I really 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 show you

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

and run with me
I really wanna 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