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, coke
Giving in the Benzito
Hitting fanny, spendin' at Manny's

Hope you got receipts
My peeps get dirty cleats
Run up in crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga
May you in peace

With my Sycamore style, more sicker than
Four, four, and fifty draw
As my pilot, steers my
Yes my dear shit's official, 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 Vicious

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

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

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

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

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

Imagine the glamor comes out the flow
Of a nigga who still play in the 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 steel I'm
You all the floss had me slipping?
Think again, blink let me know that your bluffing
Lead permanent concussion, your nothing

Do you know 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 know your goin' too
Just a so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls
Your till somebody kills you

out the fisad
On the of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, a quarter on the car
coupe another short of the arnage
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 guns and no
Things at the label, well they tend to get
And that pretty much leave at the table

Or over the with the flame to the ladle
Because I'm a as long as I am able
This hughe the most foolish of blues
When I tell my 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 where your going too
Just a memory dying
I throw my clip in the AK
May you in peace
Your nobody till somebody you

Do you where your goin' too
Just a so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, controls y'all
Your till somebody kills you

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