Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

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

Niggaz in my faction like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, measuring
pleasure in the Benzito
Hitting fanny, chips at Manny's

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

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

Here's a tissue, your blood clot 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
Hold y'all breath, I y'all, death controls y'all
Big don't fold y'all, I phrases that'll thrill you
You're till somebody kills you

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

Do you know where your too
Just a memory so you pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls
nobody till somebody kills you

Label limbo, I treat it like the wind
My don't bend, see papi is my kenfolk
Spin out the work, as if its on a ten
benefactor 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
carried my niggaz and had the church mothers cursing

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

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

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

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

out the fisad
On the of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, mean a on the car
Bentley coupe another of the arnage
Even as a youth I was laundering the
Underneath the nose and the Feds had no

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 that much leave Malice at the table

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

the M A L I C I O U S
You wanna try nigga, you next, uh

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

Do you know where your too
Just a so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, controls 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 even here
better step their game up
Greatest of all time, greatest of all time,