Luyện nghe bài hát Prove Something

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

like I'm always out to prove somethin'
Every time I stop on the
I set up shop and try to somethin'
And I'm about kilo's and pounds
a desert eagle
I got shit spit over 300 rounds

Can tell by the scar on my
I with the best
Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the
with the right, I don't know why I bother
Y'all not
Man ya know what the is like

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

The streets knockin' my shit, the D's my shift
We can do this however, glock or the fifth
I you chumps to frame, right where you standin'
Daughter slaughtered and 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 hard, ask the clique
be like you crazy, he got classic 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 like you crazy, he got shit

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

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

I puff haze to my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see released
This Hip Hop shit is unjust, who you gon'
most of these record label execs is dumb fucks

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

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

A bunch of goodmen, but get it confused
We like Dinero in heat nigga, to loose
I know you seen the shoot out
Don't us reneact
'Cuz I rather be layed up in with a featured actress

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

Yea, yea, uh, brought to you
By the realest in this game
The Terror Squad, yea, real niggas, real dons
Real G's ha, ha, on, woo, uh
Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, forget, Big Pun