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 asking
gun testing, coke measuring
Giving in the Benzito
Hitting fanny, chips at Manny's

Hope you got receipts
My peeps get dirty cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga
May you rest in

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

Here's a tissue, stop your blood crying
The kids, the dog, dyin', no lying
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, death controls
Big don't fold y'all, I phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody till somebody you

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

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

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

me they can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop head to dune buggy
Admire the verses, inspired by the hearses
That carried my niggaz and had the church cursing

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

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

Do you know where going too
Just a memory dying
I throw my clip in the AK
May you in peace
Your nobody till somebody you

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

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

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

Or the stove with the flame to the ladle
I'm a provider as long as I am able
This here hughe the foolish 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 don't try nigga, you next, uh

Do you know your going too
Just a everybody dying
I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in
Your nobody till kills you

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

Biggie Duets, Born Again, Life Death
Legacy on and on, and on
These still can't see you BIG
Shit you even here
Motherfuckers better step game up
Greatest of all time, greatest of all time,