Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

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

[ 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

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

[ Verse 3 ] [ P ]

I a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind, enter
The phenomenal artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my impressed
Backpackers and press who said my house was a
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 king of New York Christopher
is a promise on Diddy's honor
I'm a father to ya'll and teach ya all the drama
Don't even bother, or
All of your albums play to back
And I visit your grave cause our friendships
An concept, extravagant progress
Bullet wounds in my heart, I'm yelling God bless
Regardless to yelling that 'east-west'
I seen the loosing, I'm just pressing the reset
When the ressurection of you shines through an
Lyrical enough, doing the same crown of thorns
I'ma pay homage, brooklyns
Wether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be stardom, ni99a!