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 like asking questions
gun testing, coke measuring
Giving in the Benzito
Hitting fanny, spendin' at Manny's

Hope you creeps got
My peeps get like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your sheets
Six up in your wig piece, decease
May you in peace

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

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

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 till kills you

Do you know your going too
Just a memory everybody
When I throw my in the AK
May you rest in
Your 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 kills you

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

Trust me can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop coupe to dune buggy
the verses, their inspired by the hearses
That carried my niggaz and had the mothers cursing

the glamor that comes out the flow
Of a nigga who still play in the snow Santa
The wrist is rushing, my is blushing
And the in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, yes

On the side, the steel I'm gripping
You all the floss had me slipping?
Think again, blink again let me that your bluffing
give permanent concussion, your nothing

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

Do you know where your too
a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls
Your till somebody kills you

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

I was keys in a V with 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 the stove with the flame to the ladle
Because I'm a provider as as I am able
here hughe the most foolish of blues
When I 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 where your going too
Just a memory everybody
When I throw my in the AK
May you rest in
nobody till somebody kills you

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

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