Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry About That

[chorus - Sound][2X]
I'm smilin' in of your crib
U ask why, I'll you why
I'm waitin' for you, right here on the
A Hennessy, a glock, you're dead
J. Glock!

[verse 1 - J.
on, I'm black coat, I'm the mob
I fuck your
Over, over, you know sharp needles
Are right
We don't know how you there
Get out! Let's go, we're
Your meal tonight will be the basis of
broke the chain, I'm like a G, oh man
I'm a gangsta
In Limozine, my Ak will
Don't be my friend, my is goin' to squeeze (uh-uh)
No paper, no a to get you to say good things
end up comin' out of our games
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, I'll you why
I'm waitin' for you, here on the street
A lil' Hennessy, a glock, dead
on Biggie!

[verse 2 - Biggie
We up those packets
The facts are that not on maps (yeah!)
Take off the bandana, we got caps
We flew in the baby's crib
Ready? No? We'll lay you down street (come on!)
Fuck niggaz, I'm preparin' my fingers
My AR-15 will
T.B.S. Thug isn't singers
My are turnin' the stringers
Blah-blah and shit, the Biggie is restin'
Are fastin'? His are wastin'
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 on the street
A lil' Hennessy, a glock, you're
Rampage!

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

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