Luyện nghe bài hát Still Here

(verse 1)

I be at Harlem world pleaser,
you might find me on 139 a bacardi breezer,
where I rest at,
killin tracks is what i'm at, jealousy I expect that, I don't stress that,
I want a cutie some tight jeans on,
i can scheme on,
treat her nice, her out,
and some cream on,
tv all over you best to see one,
It ain't all about me I'm tryna put my on,
Cause its good to have a crew to lean on, mics I on,
you think that you could do it like this? on,
I'ma my rims and ice my chain,
fly and free hoes is the price of fame.

L]

(verse 2)

Yo, you the game plan,
C-town my main man,
we never bring we go shoppin when the plane lands,
run with the same clan,
used to be a fan,
I rock is name brand,
L will make your swallow,
ice don't shine and your chain hallow,
Why you front in clubs for hours the same bottle,
takin sips, I run with the richest clicks,
tap the chics,
plus the slickest hits,
you know about L,
so dont L,
this motha fuckin rap game without L?
Yo thats like jewels ice,
thats china without rice,
or the holy bible christ,
or the without mike,
or crackheads pipes,
the without dykes,
and hockey games fights,
don't the mic if you unable to spit,
flamboyant is the label I'm

(chorus)

(dj lyrics)

Big L!
know the name,
hes here,
haha yous a nigga,
blazin, yea ya'll, blazin, ya ya'll,

Big L!
Ya'll the name, hes still here,
my Big L,
Yea

L]

(verse 3)

I'm loco,
to hell with you and broke hoe,
you a big dog you more like todo, you got no dough,
I smoke dro with coco,
bolo,
I pack a 4-4, row yo,
hoe low,
thats a no no so po po,
I the 7-00, and not the volvo,
C-town the 6-00,
I'm wit a or im dolo,
chips from to acapoco,
while buck for lead,
I for heads,
even buck celebs,
nigga the feds

(verse 4)

I stay sweatin out a perm,
i it when a girl ass is fat and her tits firm,
I take all the chips my earn,
i watched do it now its chris turn, a hoodlum like fishburne,
act illy get smacked with the mac milly,
you see me on MTV and rapcity,
frontin, Ima step out,
mask on with the out,
squeeze shots and you check out

(chorus x1)

L]

(verse 5)

My underground niggas yall can shine me,
got my own label now so yall can sign me,
Yall can take it from the bottom and with me,
fine with me,
thats how it was to be

(verse 6)

I be that young with dumb cream,
I refuse to be unheard or unseen I like the sun beam,
all niggas better come clean,
my gun scream, raps a fun thing, only roll with one team,
entertainment,
thats who I with,
I pack a and once I aim it,
I gotta it,
push a 8,
got props here to kuwait,
the one yo hate,
me on Big L new tape,
they me c-town,
i mics like a rebound,
a 3 pound,
thats my like D Brown,
I rip shows in arenas,
like the in mellow lands,
got nothin but for all my ghetto fans,
on 139 and eyes get shut,
the is where the pies get cut,
all the guys get stuck,
try to front we gon you up,
corleone'll grab the chrome and throw five in yo gut

[Big L &

Aiyyo we bust,
we crush,
only hot we lust,
stacks we clutch,
and we need to touch,
that say plus,
cause half of you niggas thats now is whack to us

(chorus)

You thought was over with?
this over with.