Luyện nghe bài hát Juicy

Yeah, this album is to all the teachers
That told me I'd amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was
In front of that the police on me when I was just tryin'
To some money to feed my daughter
To all my in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
all good baby, baby, check it

It was all a dream, I used to read Up magazine
Salt 'n' and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marl

I let my tape rock my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on stock
Way back when I had the red and lumberjack
With the hat to

Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the 'cause I rhyme tight
to get paid, blow up like the World Trade

Born sinner, the of a winner
when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid
Funkmaster Flex, Starsky

I'm blowin' up you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood, all good
And if you know, now you know, you know

You know very who you are
let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not many
'Cause the only one, I'll give you good and plenty

I the change from a common thief
To up close and with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my all day
love, it's the Brooklyn way

The Moet and Alize keep me pissy, used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they me
I never thought it could happen, rappin' stuff
I was too used to ***s and stuff

Now honies play me like butter played toast
From the down to the East Coast
in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls

Livin' life without
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the
Considered a fool I dropped out of high school

Stereotypes of a black male
And still all good
And if you know, now you know, you know

You know well who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down, for the stars
You had a goal, but not many
you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty

Super Nintendo, Sega
When I was dead broke, man I picture this
50 inch screen, money green sofa
Got two rides, a limousine a chauffeur

Phone bill about two G's
No need to worry, my handles that
And my whole crew is
Celebratin' every day, no more public

Thinkin' on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' minks on her back
And she loves to me off, of course
Smiles every time my is up in The Source

We used to fuss when the dissed us
No heat, wonder why missed us
was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we

Damn right I like the I live
'Cause I went from to positive
And all, it's all good
And if you don't know, now you know, you

You very well who you are
Don't let 'em you down, reach for the stars
(And if you know, now you know, you know)
You had a goal, but not that
you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty
(And if you know, now you know)

Representin' in the house
(Biggie Smalls)
Mafia, Mad Flavor, uh, uh
(Bad Boy, I see you Gooch, yeah)
Aight,
(Junior Mafia)

You very well who you are
(Puff Daddy)
Don't let 'em hold you down, for the stars
You had a goal, but not that
(It's all good, Brooklyn)
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you and plenty
(The Bronx, Queens, Uptown, Mt. Vernon)
(South Central, Detroit, East Side, West Side, all good)