Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

[Intro: Bizzy
Rock-n-roll? Naw that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
Man, if you niggaz do somethin man
(Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit
We can turn this motherfucker into City motherfucker
Nigga I don't give a nigga, can't you tell bitch?!

[Bizzy
Someone caught stressin, dead in the
and he started flamin out of his
you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a
with a pump and a church killer
don't and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved,
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little she was so small
Grippin the of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch
I don't give a (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, fucked you up
We gettin in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the
Runnin amuck dusk, dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, at BB baby
I don't give a I, don't give a fuck

Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker...
These hoe-ass niggaz wanna see me nigga
In the cross section bitch
I'll BUST on you on the freeway motherfucker!
You hoes just know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm you...

Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my
With original thugs and a checklist, got 'em all breathless
Then I suggest you'd ask
For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic they capture me
When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas,
Hit 'em with and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta like but I'm a soldier
the wickedest witch in the can't have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a
Never did lie, ready and green, so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the
Yellow Brick was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein (seein things)

[Interlude: Bizzy
Bitch (I keep on things)
And I spoke my and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, fuck all these (I keep on seein things)
Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, things)

[Bizzy
Little for the music
Wally, which get rich for the and now
Better than God devise you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the ballin we won't stop
The sinnin the killin now
and then gets in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good to be from prison
but don't nobody feel him but them around the globe
And the mission was was gold
but he went nutty when money he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me
you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle
and medallions, diamonds in the
Ghettoish runnin much faster than the average asses
in the shadows out of the

[Outro: Bizzy
I'll BUST on you on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
Fuck all these (It was all a...)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me
all these demons
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream)
And I my mind, hell yeah
And I my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades out]