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 like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke
pleasure in the Benzito
Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at

Hope you creeps got
My peeps get 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 style, more sicker than yours
Four, four, and four draw
As my pilot, steers my
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 just a Likkle Vicious

As I leave my competition, style
Climb the ladder to success, escalator
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 your too
a memory everybody dying
When I my clip in the AK
May you in peace
nobody till somebody kills you

Do you know your goin' too
Just a so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, controls y'all
Your till somebody kills you

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

Trust me they can't touch P, in one
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 that comes out the
Of a nigga who still play in the snow like
The wrist is rushing, my is blushing
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 again let me know that bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion, nothing

Do you know where going too
Just a everybody dying
When I throw my in the AK
May you rest in
Your till somebody kills you

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

Check out the
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
Even as a youth I was laundering the
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, well they to get unstable
And pretty much leave Malice at the table

Or the stove with the flame to the ladle
Because I'm a provider as long as I am
here hughe the most foolish of blues
When I 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 where going too
Just a memory everybody
When I my clip in the AK
May you in peace
Your nobody till somebody you

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

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