Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

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

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

Hope you creeps got
My get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in 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, the Feds I fear

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

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

Do you know your going too
Just a memory dying
When I throw my in the AK
May you rest in
Your nobody till somebody you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you know where your too
a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, controls y'all
Your nobody till 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 the stoop
the nose and the Feds had no clue

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

Or over the stove the flame to the ladle
Because I'm a provider as as I am able
here hughe the most 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 wanna try nigga, you next, uh

Do you know where going too
Just a 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 memory so you pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death y'all
Your till somebody kills you

Duets, Born Again, Life After Death
Legacy on and on, and on
motherfuckers still can't see you BIG
Shit you ain't here
better step their game up
Greatest of all time, greatest of all time,