Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Want To Show You

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

I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People at you like you's the user
drugs 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 drink Tanqueray, so you can
And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish,

I remember I was like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' 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 kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for twenty South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower

For chumps to stop my flow
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 to hear it
Smoking mad Newports I'm due in court
For an assault I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better have gat in hand 'cause man

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

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

I told her she could be Lieutenant, got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin' back, countin' 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 was spread
Last I heard I was with 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 in a town I never heard of
By some named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my swear to God she won't snitch
I her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until I looks out for the whole family
A G, that's me, blowing like a bubble
In the struggle

Come and run me
I wanna show you
How I run the
I wanna show 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 Guiliani
Ain't to see no black man turn to John Gotti
and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun shinin'
Take ki's till they spot us, flee with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, found grams
They locked up his whole fam, sister his old man
Nigga his moms out, then he told on his man

Now they home like nuttin' wrong, hustlin' again
He tried to be the Frank White and Escobar
Pickin' up a fiend holds it in a seperate car
it up till it's bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends like Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin' on computers
technology dealers to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap for TV's
Stores run out of soda 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 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 Bent' nasty, push the dash
For the stash box is where the cash be, watchin' for force
I know they comin' but I'm reachin' my goal
Fuck bummin', I'm makin' sure I leave this whole game wit'
Crib in West Palms for my dime, for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin' at the Nicholas Barnes, baby

and run with 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 wanna you

and run with me
I wanna 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

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