Luyện nghe bài hát Still the Greatest

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[Big
I'm still the
I'm
I'm still the
[Layzie
And bad man

[Big
Hot child in the
walkin' round lookin'
playas m Sidity
fuck
chitty bang bang
it's a Westside
bitches get on
and on
in the city where the grass is
and the palm trees
ballin'
shot callin' 83
I the mothaphukin' industry
ready for me
or these ghetto fab
already platlum in the
I got them jail house niggas
sendin' cheese to me
Big Chan in
I'm over seas
I'm this gat
me hidy flice these hoes
leave em changed
take fame and roll
wacth em all fall to tha
it's a
all you was Big Chan
hit me no mo'
shit this a game
street niggas the m-o
I em with words
serve em them dealas
do them
ya me
can't a mothafuka me
I still hold the
it from some of my
greatest
you punk ass is hollow
I yo whole fuckin' chest in
my young Lay
hold it
it's down
Holyfield and Tyson
this is for bitc ass hatas
I'm off
I'm kickin' ass and takin'
late late

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[Layzie
she the curtain
fo'
we go'n these mothafuckas hurtin'
never no bluffin'
no
Lil Lay the
runnin' earth
I'm ready to serve ya
nigga done paid my
and my loses
it's all about right
fuckin' with these Cleveland
we
ya get
'cause me and my
noise
shuttin' down
the buzz around town
these niggas fuck with me now
well in my arena
you never seen a
lilttle nigga then Lay
back in the day
when a nigga had to with the a-k
boys had em all blown
don't play
I be my lid
my gin
makin'
in 99
I ain't no time
makin' money
while I'm my line
design to nigga
nigga with the automatic
on the trigga
on me
'cause I'm an thug
of a nigga
'cause I got these
money don't
A gotdamn
we can go toe to toe
for blow
slug for
a a thug
this here
just to let you
ain't a damn changed
doin' these everyday
and it of
bank bud the brew and the
and the bustas never hang nigga

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Now he lay down
me boy
I my dawgs
In the of the Lord

Were not in hell
spray
With the
Smack em with the buck
your face
Next
I on the front page news
And
You stup[id
known not to step to Flesh
None the
He is one bitch
For me to worry
For the people in
I sex my
Hit em up two
With a peice nine
dumps the body and
the one got the gun
With the of niggas
the beast

They in silence
It ain't for you snitches
handle the truth
It punk
And the next
Off the
his stomach
now put em in the mud
Slowly
See it you
Open your
Deep in your
get your best
Shoulda made you
I thirsty by the flesh
It'll be to try me
bit on the front
In the
When the long home
It ain't
Thought you me
Til I made it
to pick up the gage
Explotion
Contest not the Fith
Never know
Check out my
From the league
They out the streets
Where this thugsta
All up in St.
Hit em up
Where hang
trippin'
Sippin' the fifth of
buzzed
Steady
On back and to think how they
Unloaded
Niiga my money daily double
It's the reason they call me
nigga to peel back
Your cap

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