Luyện nghe bài hát Prove Something

it Dre, oh God
Yeah, got that gangsta, gangsta, gully,
Yeah, big business, Joe the don
Terror baby, BX Boro, holdin' down to the death
It's realer than this you heard, uh what, huh

It's I'm always out to prove somethin'
Every time I stop on the
I set up shop and try to move
And I'm talkin' about kilo's and
Fuck a desert
I got that spit over 300 rounds

Can tell by the on my neck
I spar the best
Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the
Sharp with the right, I know why I bother
not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is

And he can get it too
But I let him die slow death I probably just his food
I'm ya crew
To tell ya the truth we not
I'm like lil' lease from B-street man I keep

The streets knockin' my shit, the D's watchin' my
We can do this however, east glock or the
I leave you chumps to frame, where you standin'
Daughter and maimed you should have paid the ransom

the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
It's the Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the
be like you crazy, he got classic shit

It's the T E R R O R squad, get it right
It's the Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the
Niggas be you crazy, he got classic shit

It's the killa kid from the
Holdin' to the death
You can the squad comin'
By the of the techs

A hundred in a sec
Leave you on page
You would think I was down the ROC
The way I just

I puff haze to keep my mind at
Can't wait for the day to see Shyne
This Hip Hop is unjust, who you gon' trust
When most of record label execs is dumb fucks

I keep a gun under my belly
Only nigga on the makin' calls from the celly
We belly on the DV, 60 inch TV
Flat shit attach to the of the CP

This game need me, I'm like once I'm gone
All you gonna have is a bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women, run a for the puddin'
It's all the same, still trains with my hoodmen

A bunch of goodmen, but get it confused
We like Dinero in nigga, nothin' to loose
I you seen the shoot out scene
make us reneact
'Cuz I rather be layed up in [incomprehensible] with a featured

It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it
It's the Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the
Niggas be like you crazy, he got shit

It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it
the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid hard, ask the clique
Niggas be you crazy, he got classic shit

Yea, hell yea, uh, to you
By the realest motherfuckers in game
The infamous Squad, yea, real niggas, real dons
Real G's ha, ha, on, woo, uh
Montana rest in peace forever, never forget, Big Pun