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 move
And I'm talkin' about kilo's and
Fuck a desert
I got shit that over 300 rounds

Can tell by the scar on my
I with the best
Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the
Sharp with the right, I don't 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 just collectin' his food
I'm ya crew
To ya the truth we not stoppin'
I'm like lil' lease from man I keep poppin'

The streets my shit, the D's watchin' my shift
We can do this however, glock or the fifth
I leave you chumps to frame, right where you
Daughter slaughtered and you should have paid the ransom

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

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

the killa kid from the Bronx
Holdin' to the death
You can hear the comin'
By the sound of the

A rounds in a sec
you on front page
You would I was down with the ROC
The way I blazed

I puff haze to keep my at ease
wait for the day to see Shyne released
This Hip Hop shit is unjust, who you trust
When most of these record execs is dumb fucks

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

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

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

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

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

Yea, hell yea, uh, to you
By the motherfuckers in this game
The infamous Terror Squad, yea, real niggas, real
G's ha, ha, come on, woo, uh
Ton' Montana rest in forever, never forget, Big Pun