Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Want To Show You

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

I know how it to wake up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But don't 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 wasn't livin' so devilish,

I I was just like you
Smokin' 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 moms me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
nineteen for casket and flower moves

For chumps tryin' to stop my
And what don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
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 the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in 'cause man

and run with me
I really 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 wanna you

I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
With my man Two-Tecs to take this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And he start 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 for hon to make some quick cash

I told her she could be Lieutenant, got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin'
Sittin' back, countin' double thousand stacks
Had to re-up, see what's up with my
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 Nino at the
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 her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, be home in three
Until then I looks out for the family
A true G, me, blowing like a bubble
In the everyday

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

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

Now they home actin' like nuttin' wrong, again
He tried to be the Frank White and Escobar
Pickin' up a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up till it's white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends lookin' like Fright
the motorbikes, the scooters, countin' dough on computers
High technology to the users and losers
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking from BK to QB

My die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin' my weight in they titties and
My bitches out of state get while 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 box is where the cash be, watchin' for task force
'Cause I know they but I'm reachin' my goal
bummin', I'm makin' sure I leave this whole game wit' somethin'
Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my
Ridiculous, you lookin' at the Nicholas Barnes, baby

Come and run 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 wanna 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
Come and run me
I really wanna you

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