Luyện nghe bài hát Player's Anthem

B.I.G.]
Niggaz... bitches...
Uhh

B.I.G.

(Niggaz) Grab your if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say
"This type of shit it everyday" --> Slick Rick

One: Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more than a little bit?
are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit M1's
Got mad guns up in the
Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and shit
I make it happen, you got your ass
All you saw was fire, from the Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, I miss ya
I up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, bite ya nails to the cuticles
Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Rover
Playin Big Willie with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, all between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard to find

Chorus: 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by
rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad
down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I it
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya
Big Poppa softenin
you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit
Covered the wife, kleenex for the tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, I'm richest
Just the way play, all day everyday
I don't know what to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin We Go'
Snatchin at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to health
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you niggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the
Caviar for breakfast, bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the it was supposed to be?

repeat 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

I to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my backs
in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab genitals
and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the to all you Willies and criminals
I the rilli with my peeps all day
325's roll by with the down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
It's all about the Smalls and my nigga Biggie
Bitches the way I bust a rhyme
they all in line screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, up