Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

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

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

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

With my Sycamore style, more than yours
Four, four, and fifty draw
As my pilot, steers my
Yes my dear official, only the Feds I fear

Here's a tissue, stop your blood crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no
So don't you get
I'm Big dangerous you're just a Vicious

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

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

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

Label limbo, I treat it like the blows
My back bend, see papi is my kenfolk
out the work, as if its on a ten spoke
Soul benefactor the Benz, he made the poke

Trust me they can't P, in one touchie
Turn head coupe to dune buggy
the verses, their inspired by the hearses
That my niggaz and had the church mothers cursing

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

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

Do you where your going too
a memory everybody dying
When I 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 pack a
Everybody dying, death y'all
nobody till somebody kills you

Check out the
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 keys in a V with no roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no
Things at the label, well they to get unstable
And that pretty much leave at the table

Or the stove with 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 mother the
She damn near me to my room

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 dying
I throw my clip in the AK
May you in peace
Your nobody till somebody you

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

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