Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

It has said, that there has been known to be blood shed
Over bread, men who bled to death, dead
to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, street cred,
scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
Picth a Mural, of us painted all over street corners
Fans to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to us
So many piggy bank off of, back and Pac's
Landmarks, in rap, statistically in fact
It's so sad to see us
These tragic events, which lead us
To where we left of March 9th to from such hard knock lifes
And make it out of the to hit the spotlights
Once the artist, is our lives
out for all eyes
And he who lasts the must be the strongest
In this concrete
this dog eat dog mentality comes from
This origin, which is originated from cats are starving
Or it could just be somebodys aura just horrifies
And to his persona 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

[ 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

Since Big taught us to think big
I'm been about my since then so it aint Cheers
It aint how we live, what he said he did it for Brooklyn
I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, experienced in the same sights as him
It's what excited Obie to these poems
Rolling, going through the shit he spoken
Open up my eyes there's no limit in skies
When Ready 2 Die was a part of my life
Pummin .45, plotting 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 give him better signs?
No pop of mine could top Big Poppas
So I'd be popular huh?
That's the inspiration I got my nigga P.I

[ 3 ] [ P Diddy ]

I took a coal, a diamond, I his mind, enter
The most phenomenal artist of any and all
I a Frankenstein, my designs impressed
and press who said my house was a mess
Critics lash, said I made a fortune of his an'
All is did was a dynasty off of his passion
And I'm the adolesence absent to who he is
The original king of New York Wallace
This is a on Diddy's honor
I'm a to ya'll and teach ya with all the drama
Don't bother, or repeat
All of your albums play back to
And I visit your grave cause our friendships
An ammaculate concept, progress
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God
Regardless to critics that 'east-west'
I seen the game loosing, I'm just the reset
When the ressurection of you through an individual
enough, doing the same crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, brooklyns
Wether it's Queens or it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!