Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

It has been said, there has been known to be blood shed
bread, men who have bled 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
meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious to warn us
So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's back and
Landmarks, history in rap, statistically in
It's so sad to see us
These tragic events, lead us back
To we left of March 9th to come from such hard knock lifes
And make it out of the bottom to hit the
Once the artist, is our lives
Cast out for all
And he who lasts the must be the strongest
In this concrete
Where this dog eat dog mentality from
This origin, which is usually originated cats are starving
Or it could just be aura that just horrifies
And applies to his or the sizes in his entourage
That intimidates the to the point
You know he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you just believe it

[ Verse 2 ] [ Trice ]

Big taught us niggas to think big
I'm been about my business then so it aint Cheers
It aint how we live, it's what he said he did it for
I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, experienced in the same sights as him
It's excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the shit he spoken
Open up my eyes there's no in them skies
When 2 Die was a sick part of my life
that .45, plotting to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times
Got me to a straight line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could give him better
No pop of could top Big Poppas rhymes
So possibly I'd be huh?
That's the I got from 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, said I made a of his past an'
All is did was build a off of his passion
And I'm addressing the adolesence to who he is
The original king of New Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's
I'm a to ya'll and teach ya with all the drama
Don't bother, or repeat
All of your albums play to back
And I visit your cause our friendships intact
An concept, extravagant progress
wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God bless
Regardless to critics that 'east-west'
I seen the game loosing, I'm pressing the reset
When the ressurection of you shines through an
Lyrical enough, doing the same of thorns literally
pay homage, brooklyns finest
Wether it's Queens or it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!