Luyện nghe bài hát Prove Something

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

It's like I'm out to prove somethin'
Every I stop on the block
I set up and try to move somethin'
And I'm talkin' about and pounds
Fuck a desert
I got shit that spit over 300

Can by the scar on my neck
I spar with the
boombay-ay, hit hard with the left
Sharp with the right, I don't know why I
Y'all not
Man ya know the squadron is like

And he can get it too
But I let him die slow death I just collectin' his food
I'm ya crew
To tell ya the we not stoppin'
I'm like lil' lease from man I keep poppin'

The knockin' my shit, the D's watchin' my shift
We can do this however, east glock or the
I leave you chumps to frame, right where you
Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have 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
Niggas be like you crazy, he got shit

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
Niggas be like you crazy, he got shit

It's the killa kid the Bronx
Holdin' to the death
You can the squad comin'
By the sound of the

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

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

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

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

A bunch of goodmen, but don't get it
We like Dinero in nigga, nothin' to loose
I know you the shoot out scene
Don't make us
'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
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 you crazy, he got classic shit

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