Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

It has been said, that there has been known to be blood
Over bread, men who have bled to death,
Strapped to beds, bite dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, cred, yeah
scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
Picth a Mural, pictures of us all over street corners
Fans meet to us, while we meet the coroners
tried to warn us
So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's and Pac's
Landmarks, history in rap, in fact
It's so sad to see us
These tragic events, which us back
To where we left of March 9th to come from such knock lifes
And make it out of the bottom to hit the
Once the artist, is our lives
out for all eyes
And he who the longest must be the strongest
In this jungle
Where this dog eat dog mentality from
This origin, which is usually originated cats are starving
Or it could just be somebodys aura that just
And to his persona or the sizes in his entourage
That intimidates the to the point
You know that he's gangster, he aint say shit you just believe it

[ Verse 2 ] [ Trice ]

Since Big taught us to think big
I'm been about my business since then so it aint
It how we live, it's what he said he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, chills through my skin
Vicious, I've experienced in the sights as him
It's what excited to write these poems
Rolling, through the same shit he spoken
Open up my there's no limit in them skies
Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my life
Pummin that .45, to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so times Rewind
Got me to a straight line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could him better signs?
No pop of mine top Big Poppas rhymes
So I'd be popular huh?
That's the I got from my nigga P.I

[ 3 ] [ P Diddy ]

I took a coal, a diamond, I his mind, enter
The most phenomenal of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my impressed
Backpackers and press who said my was a mess
Critics lash, I made a fortune of his past an'
All is did was a dynasty off of his passion
And I'm addressing the adolesence to who he is
The original of New York Christopher Wallace
is a promise on Diddy's honor
I'm a father to ya'll and ya with all the drama
even bother, or repeat
All of your albums play to back
And I visit your cause our friendships intact
An ammaculate concept, extravagant
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God
Regardless to critics yelling that
I seen the game loosing, I'm pressing the reset
When the ressurection of you through an individual
Lyrical enough, doing the same of thorns literally
pay homage, brooklyns finest
Wether it's Queens or Harlem be instant stardom, ni99a!