Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry About That

[chorus - Biggie
I'm smilin' in front of crib
U ask why, tell you why
I'm waitin' for you, here on the street
A Hennessy, a glock, you're dead
J. Glock!

[verse 1 - J.
Come on, I'm coat, I'm the mob
I your biiiiitch
Over, over, you those sharp needles
Are right
We don't know how you there
Get out! Let's go, heeeeere
Your meal tonight will be the basis of
Rampa-G broke the chain, I'm a G, oh man
I'm a gangsta
In Limozine, my Ak sneeze
be my friend, my belt is goin' to squeeze (uh-uh)
No paper, no a bitch to get you to say good
You'll end up out of our games
In da hood? be whipped
I don't you're tripped
Yeahhhh!

[chorus - Jim
I'm smilin' in front of crib
U ask why, I'll you why
I'm waitin' for you, here on the street
A lil' Hennessy, a glock, dead
on Biggie!

[verse 2 - Sound]
We up those packets
The facts are you're not on maps (yeah!)
Take off the bandana, we got extra
We flew in the your baby's
Ready? No? We'll lay you down this (come on!)
Fuck niggaz, I'm preparin' my fingers
My will sing
T.B.S. isn't just singers
My niggaz are turnin' the
Blah-blah and shit, the Biggie is restin'
Are fastin'? His niggaz are
Yeah, go niggaz!

[chorus - J.
I'm in front of your crib
U ask why, I'll you why
I'm waitin' for you, right here on the
A lil' Hennessy, a glock, dead
Rampage!

[verse 3 - Jim
Are you for death
I'll show them a (WoO!)
If you don't come, we'll get
We on the sly, then cut and hang them
Generals like Taliban his little explodes (BoO!)
Mo'fucka you're to go?
Tomorrow, you'll fly like a
Runnin' Scooby Doo (yeah!)
in their soldiers like ducks
There will be your niggaz bucks

Rampage talkin']
burstin'!
Ok, ok! Damn, kiss the ground!
T.B.S. Thug are shootin'
Me, The Biggie and J. Glock
Ok, go!
[* rain *]