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
Giving pleasure in the
Hitting fanny, chips at Manny's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imagine the glamor that comes out the
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 flip side, the steel I'm
You all the floss had me slipping?
Think again, blink again let me know 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 in peace
Your nobody till kills you

Do you know your goin' too
Just a so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, controls y'all
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 coupe another short of the
Even as a youth I was the stoop
Underneath the 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 they tend to get
And pretty much leave Malice at the table

Or over the stove with the to the ladle
Because I'm a provider as long as I am
here hughe the most foolish of blues
When I tell my mother the
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 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 where your too
Just a memory so you pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls
Your nobody 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 step their game up
of all time, greatest of all time, motherfuckers