Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

It's Bad Boy bitch, Jones, the Clipse 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 got receipts
My get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga
May you in peace

With my Sycamore style, more sicker than
Four, four, and four 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, everybody dyin', no
So you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous just a Likkle Vicious

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

Do you know your going too
Just a memory dying
I throw my clip in the AK
May you in peace
Your nobody somebody kills you

Do you know where goin' too
a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls
Your nobody till somebody you

Label limbo, I it like the wind blows
My back bend, see papi is my kenfolk
out the work, as if its on a ten spoke
Soul benefactor the Benz, he made the rims

me they can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn head coupe to dune buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by the
That my niggaz and had the church mothers cursing

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

On the flip side, the I'm gripping
You thought all the floss had me
Think again, again let me know that your bluffing
Lead permanent concussion, your nothing

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

Do you know where your too
Just a memory so you pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls
nobody 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 another short of the arnage
as a youth I was laundering the stoop
Underneath the nose and the had no clue

I was pushing keys in a V no roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no
at the label, well 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 long as I am
This hughe the most foolish of blues
When I my mother the price
She near sent 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 going too
a memory everybody dying
When I throw my in the AK
May you rest in
Your nobody till kills you

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

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