Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry About That

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

[verse 1 - J.
on, I'm black coat, I'm the mob
I fuck your
Over, over, you know those sharp
Are heeeeere
We don't know how you stop
Get out! go, we're heeeeere
meal tonight will be the basis of grain
Rampa-G the chain, I'm like a G, oh man
I'm a gangsta
In Limozine, my Ak sneeze
Don't be my friend, my is goin' to squeeze (uh-uh)
No paper, no a bitch to get you to say good
You'll end up comin' out of our
In da hood? You'll be
I don't think you're
Yeahhhh!

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

[verse 2 - Biggie
We picked up packets
The facts are that not on maps (yeah!)
off the bandana, we got extra caps
We flew in the your crib
Ready? No? We'll lay you this street (come on!)
Fuck your niggaz, I'm my fingers
My AR-15 will
T.B.S. isn't just singers
My niggaz are the stringers
Blah-blah and shit, the true is restin'
Are fastin'? His are wastin'
Yeah, go niggaz!

- J. Glock][2X]
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, you're
Rampage!

[verse 3 - Jim
Are you for death
I'll show them a (WoO!)
If you come, we'll get them
We on the sly, cut them and hang them
like Taliban his little crib explodes (BoO!)
Mo'fucka ready to go?
Tomorrow, fly like a swallow
Runnin' like Doo (yeah!)
in their soldiers like ducks
There will be lucky niggaz bucks

[Jim Rampage
burstin'!
Ok, ok! Damn, will the ground!
T.B.S. Thug are shootin'
Me, The fake and J. Glock
Ok, go!
[* fallin' *]