Luyện nghe bài hát Reputation

[verse 1: B.I.G.]
somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins, in world of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I hurl
Ten months in gut, what the fuck
I wish hurry up so I could get buck
Wild, juvenile mics and shit
New York, New York, for the likes of this (uh!)
Then the worst date, May 21st
2:19, that's my momma water burst
No spouse in the so she rode for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a help
Umbilical wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't took my first step
I made it out, I'm mad joy
The doctor and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"

Notorious B.I.G.]
1970 somethin' - 1970
1970 somethin' - 1970

[singin' background: MC
now
B.I.G. along Biggie Sound

[verse 2: B.I.G.]
Now I'm thirteen, blunts, makin' cream
On the scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up, it my flow up
Mom said that I grow up and check myself
before I wreck myself, disrespect
Put the drugs on the Nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was
Until I got incarcerated - Kinda
C 74 - Mark 8 set me
Not able to move behind the great gate
Time to contemplate, damn, did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the for bail

Notorious B.I.G.]
1970 - 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin' - 1970

background: MC Quita]
now
B.I.G. along with Sound

[verse 3: Biggie
eighty-nine I grow up with guns around
Today at 21 years I have Porsche around
Photos, and have to keep my reputation
Damn, now I gotta rapper's
blunts, shootin' niggas weak
Don't be surprised with my mic, I the Hennessy
is my way of be
Had not yet when I made my first song
What the fucker, I knew my money is long
I fell in and fell out
I thought of drown, I the crown
Do not who I am (yea!)
From where I and I play this fuckin' game
Rest in B.I.G. - Respect for me
Now let me bring the shit

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*Supplement: authorship of Sound