Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

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

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

Hope you creeps got
My peeps get dirty cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo
Six up in wig piece, nigga decease
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 blood clot
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, escalator
Hold breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all
Big don't fold y'all, I spit phrases thrill you
You're nobody somebody kills you

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

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

Label limbo, I treat it like the blows
My don't 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 P, in one touchie
Turn head coupe to dune buggy
the verses, their inspired by the hearses
That carried my niggaz and had the church cursing

Imagine the glamor that comes out the
Of a nigga who play in the snow 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 thought all the had me slipping?
Think again, again let me know that your bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion, your

Do you know where your too
Just a memory dying
I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in
Your till somebody kills you

Do you know where goin' too
Just a memory so you better a pistol
Everybody dying, death 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 short of the arnage
Even as a youth I was laundering the
the nose and the Feds had no clue

I was keys in a V with no roof
Rich, black, two big and no coof
Things at the label, well they to get unstable
And that pretty much leave Malice at the

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

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 rest in
nobody till somebody kills you

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

Biggie Duets, Born Again, Life After
lives on and on, and on
These motherfuckers still see you BIG
Shit you even here
Motherfuckers better step their up
Greatest of all time, of all time, motherfuckers