Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

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

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

Hope you got receipts
My peeps get dirty cleats
Run up in your crib, you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, decease
May you in peace

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

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

As I leave my competition, respirator
Climb the ladder to success, escalator
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, controls y'all
Big don't y'all, I spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're till somebody kills you

Do you where your going too
Just a memory dying
When I my clip in the AK
May you rest in
Your till somebody kills you

Do you where your goin' too
Just a so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls
Your till somebody kills you

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

Trust me they touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop head coupe to buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by the
That carried my niggaz and had the mothers cursing

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

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

Do you know where going too
Just a everybody dying
When I my clip in the AK
May you rest in
Your nobody till somebody you

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

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

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

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

the M A L I C I O U S
You don't try nigga, you next, uh

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

Do you know your goin' too
Just a memory so you better pack a
dying, death controls y'all
Your nobody somebody kills you

Biggie Duets, Born Again, After Death
lives on and on, and on
These motherfuckers still see you BIG
you ain't even here
Motherfuckers better their game up
of all time, greatest of all time, motherfuckers