Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Kim, Lil' Cease, Notorious B.I.G.---Crush On You

Intro: Lil'

(uhh... uh-huh)
Lil' Ceaser (uhh... uh-hah, Bee)
Uhh (uh-huh, me)
Uhh, it (Lil' Kim)

One: Lil' Cease

Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be Cease
Comin backstage, to get pleased
You got me, I thee, Versace and linen
you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's
I get clothes, made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no
While you walk the street until your get calloused
Take you on a natural high, like a
It be all good, your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease
It be all good as long as you act childish
While you standin there with the in your cup
If worse come to worse this on the hush, uhh

Notorious B.I.G.

I know you me on the video (true)
I you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still pay me no attention
Listenin to what your mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a
Got a different every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin to put a on you
I had to let you know that I got a on you

Two: Lil' Kim

Aiyyo shorty, you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be undressed in the bra all see
While you count your jewels thinkin I'ma you
The only one thing I wanna do is you
Keep your sets, I got my own baguettes
And I'll be doin that you won't regret
Lil Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take
I proceed? (Yes indeed!)
I'ma throw shade, if I get paid
you up to your girl like the Army grenade
You can on my ice like the Escapade
And itchy-gitchy-yaya the marmalade
Who me? Not you, oh yes, he?
I dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile
Whisper in your ear and get you all up
But don't blush, just keep on the hush

Verse Three: Cease, Lil' Kim

you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All D3's, decked out TV's
CD's crazy bass, keep my lady laced
be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause thighs got me hot
one plan, that's to rise to the top
I you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the

You know I the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a
from the dealers, all in chinchila
Heat up the clutch, deluxe
Then we speed down the hutch, trees in the dutch
I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat
Want a cheap trick? Better go to FreakNik
You got to hit me off, buy this girl of course
So I look slick, in my six, with my Christian

(repeat 4X to fade)