Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

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

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

Hope you got receipts
My peeps get dirty cleats
Run up in your crib, you up in your 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 Feds I

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

As I leave my competition, style
Climb the ladder to success, style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death y'all
Big don't fold y'all, I spit phrases thrill you
You're nobody somebody kills you

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

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

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

Trust me can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop head 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 like Santa
The wrist is rushing, my is blushing
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 that bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion, nothing

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

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

Check out the
On the of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, mean a on the car
Bentley coupe another short of the
Even as a I was laundering the stoop
Underneath the nose and the had no clue

I was pushing in a V with no roof
Rich, black, two big and no coof
Things at the label, well tend 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 as I am able
This here hughe the foolish of blues
When I tell my the price
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 where your going too
a memory everybody dying
When I throw my 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, controls y'all
Your nobody till kills you

Biggie Duets, Again, Life After Death
lives on and on, and on
These still can't see you BIG
Shit you ain't here
Motherfuckers better their game up
of all time, greatest of all time, motherfuckers