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

Hope you creeps got
My get dirty like cleats
Run up in crib, wrap 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 four
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 you're just a Likkle Vicious

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

Do you know where your 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 memory so you better pack a
Everybody dying, death y'all
Your nobody somebody kills you

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

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

Imagine the that comes out the flow
Of a who still play in the snow like Santa
The wrist is rushing, my 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, blink let me know that your bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion, nothing

Do you know where your too
a memory everybody dying
When I throw my in the AK
May you in peace
Your till somebody kills you

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

out the fisad
On the of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, a quarter on the car
Bentley coupe another short of the
Even as a I was laundering the stoop
the nose and the Feds had no clue

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

Or over the with the flame to the ladle
Because I'm a provider as long as I am
This here hughe the most foolish of
When I tell my mother the
She near sent me to my room

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

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

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

Biggie Duets, Again, Life After Death
lives on and on, and on
These still can't see you BIG
you ain't even here
Motherfuckers step their game up
Greatest of all time, greatest of all time,