Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry About That

[chorus - Biggie
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.
Come on, I'm coat, I'm the mob
I fuck biiiiitch
Over, over, you know those needles
Are right
We don't know how you stop
Get out! Let's go, heeeeere
meal tonight will be the basis of grain
Rampa-G the chain, I'm like a G, oh man
I'm like a
In Limozine, my Ak sneeze
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 you're tripped
Yeahhhh!

[chorus - Jim
I'm in front 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
on Biggie!

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

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

3 - Jim Rampage]
Are you ready for
I'll show them a (WoO!)
If you don't come, get them
We on the sly, cut them and hang them
Generals like Taliban his little crib (BoO!)
Mo'fucka ready to go?
Tomorrow, fly like a swallow
Runnin' like Doo (yeah!)
Throw in their soldiers ducks
There will be lucky niggaz bucks

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