Luyện nghe bài hát Suga & Pac, Puff & Big

[B.G.]
Me the B.G., and my fuckin rounds
Two livin legend paper chasers from
Bout money and bitches, haters in ditches
We in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions
Our relationship like and Jesus
Ask one of our hoes, ain't no between us
Two black kingpins, that's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what feed us
ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin
the finest wine and G's, makin trips
back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to a mill' y'all
Cause we roll the motto, "Ball til we fall"
wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there
Fuck wit me G you bringin all the way out there
ninety-two ninety-three our love been there
We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz
I'm a Big Tymer, a fact
Suga just signed a, million dollar contract
Lil' (?) Capone thuggin to bust yo' head
Watch tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play high gold floss rocks and drop-tops
Way I it look like Suge and 'Pac

Wayne]
Like Suge and 'Pac, Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six
Like 'Face and J., like and Run
Baby and B.G. to clock a million

Like J. and 'Face, like and Run
Baby and B.G. through like assault rifle machine guns
more money than these niggaz could wonder
You better thank quick we hit blocks like thunder
through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer
It ain't no secret we showed our ass summer
We got three or fo' bitches we bank at first
Embassy playboy to hide our
Me and this young nigga we tighter stitches
He the motherfuckin and I'm the game spitter
And if you you wit him
I'll my bank account on one of you bitches
And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in
It ain't nuttin in this industry gon'
wit and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats
Wit Suga Slim's brains all this heat
and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin beside me
Nigga bet a million dolars to yo' light bill
I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel to yo' cable bill
It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Money
cause we keep it real nigga, that

Wayne]
Now what? Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like and Run
and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?

[B.G.]
I got for my nigga Baby
He heard I rapped, came on VL and me
Now we ballin, livin swell it's
Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you me?
B.G. and Baby, good pah
We just to hustle and get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you dog
We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the dog

Now what make these hoes thank I ain't rich?
make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?
My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one
I'm gon' shine til I die
Me and this nigga been together since he was
Hangin out at club, Rolexes watchin my beeper ring bells
Now I this young nigga would end up swell
I used my to keep him writin rhymes
cause I knew he'a be major at one
Now I done rolled in the cars
It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash superstar

[Lil
Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to six figs
Like 'Face and J., Russ and Run
and B.G. tryin to clock a million
Like and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like and Run
Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to a million, ha?

Ain't could fuck wit us playboy
We it how you want it, that's the issue nigga
We it's all gravy
If it ain't about that we ain't havin seein no bitches
We doin what we got to do, we G's
Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from
all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?
We clockin playboy, if you don't it that's the issue nigga
Get it how you live
How you luv nigga?
If it make money it don't make sense nigga
I wear two on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece
that look nigga? That's a hundred
I done put two G's on my grill
My dog Fresh to redo his shit
Nigga we gon' have gold and hoes
How you luv that
Crystal, poppin bottles
Niggaz ain't Tanqu-zay no more
wearin rangs cost twenty G's
Niggaz earrings cost 'em G's
rims cost 'em ten G's
Nigga homes costin two
Nigga hoes gettin furs, hoes gettin gators
Niggaz just.. dumpin haters
It no thang boy, how you luv that nigga?
Believe boy (man I love yo' momma)