Luyện nghe bài hát Suga & Pac, Puff & Big

[B.G.]
Me the B.G., and Baby my rounds
Two livin legend chasers from uptown
Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in
We in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions
Our relationship like and Jesus
Ask one of our hoes, no comin between us
Two black kingpins, that's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be
the wine and spendin G's, makin trips
back and forth to Texas, we flyin; to make a mill' y'all
we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"
Fuck wit B, you B.G. all the way out there
Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out
Since ninety-two ninety-three our been there
We spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share
I'm a Big Tymer, that's a
Suga Slim signed a, million dollar contract
Lil' (?) thuggin quick to bust yo' head
Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our at
We play high gold floss and drive drop-tops
Way I it look like Suge and 'Pac

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

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

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

[B.G.]
I got love for my Baby
He heard I rapped, on VL and saved me
Now we ballin, livin swell gravy
Cause I'm my shine on, don't you hate me?
B.G. and Baby, good pah
We determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, I you would dog
We dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog

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

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

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