Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

It's Bad Boy bitch, Scram Jones, the Clipse B I G, go

in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke
Giving in the Benzito
Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at

you creeps got receipts
My get dirty like cleats
Run up in crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga
May you in peace

my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four, four, and fifty four
As my pilot, my Leer
Yes my shit's official, only the Feds I fear

a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no
So you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous you're just a Vicious

As I leave my competition, style
Climb the ladder to success, escalator
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls
Big don't fold y'all, I phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody somebody kills you

Do you know where your too
Just a everybody dying
When I throw my in the AK
May you rest in
nobody till somebody kills you

Do you know where goin' too
a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls
Your nobody till somebody you

Label limbo, I treat it like the blows
My back don't bend, see papi is my
out the work, as if its on a ten spoke
Soul benefactor the Benz, he made the poke

Trust me they can't touch P, in one
drop head coupe to dune buggy
Admire the verses, their by the hearses
That carried my niggaz and had the mothers cursing

Imagine the that comes out the flow
Of a nigga who still in the snow like Santa
The is rushing, my ears is blushing
And the diamonds in my chain, big as buttons, yes

On the side, the steel I'm gripping
You thought all the had me slipping?
Think again, again let me know that your bluffing
Lead permanent concussion, your nothing

Do you know where going too
a memory everybody dying
When I throw my in the AK
May you in peace
Your nobody somebody kills you

Do you know where goin' too
Just a so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, controls y'all
Your nobody somebody kills you

out the fisad
On the face of rap, so we gon the bar
A mil on the crib, mean a on the car
coupe another short of the arnage
Even as a youth I was laundering the
Underneath the nose and the had no clue

I was pushing in a V with no roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no
Things at the label, well tend to get unstable
And that much leave Malice at the table

Or over the stove with the flame to the
Because I'm a provider as as I am able
This here hughe the most of blues
When I tell my the price
She damn near sent me to my

the M A L I C I O U S
You wanna try nigga, you next, uh

Do you know where going too
Just a memory everybody
I throw my clip in the AK
May you in peace
Your till somebody kills you

Do you where your goin' too
Just a memory so you better a pistol
Everybody dying, death y'all
Your nobody till kills you

Biggie Duets, Again, Life After Death
lives on and on, and on
These motherfuckers can't see you BIG
Shit you ain't even
Motherfuckers better step their up
Greatest of all time, of all time, motherfuckers