Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

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

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

Hope you creeps got
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 rest in

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

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

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

Do you know where going too
Just a everybody dying
I throw my clip in the AK
May you in peace
nobody till somebody kills you

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

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

Trust me they can't 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 glamor that comes out the
Of a nigga who still play in the snow Santa
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 that your bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion, nothing

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

Do you where your goin' too
Just a memory so you 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, a quarter on the car
Bentley another short of the arnage
Even as a I was laundering the stoop
Underneath the nose and the Feds had no

I was pushing keys in a V no roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no
Things at the label, 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 here hughe the most 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 don't try nigga, you next, uh

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

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

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