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 bled to death, dead
to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, cred, yeah
It's scary it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
a Mural, pictures of us painted all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, we meet the coroners
tried to warn us
So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's and Pac's
Landmarks, history in rap, statistically in
so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which lead us
To where we left of March 9th to come from such hard lifes
And make it out of the bottom to hit the
Once the artist, is our lives
out for all eyes
And he who lasts the must be the strongest
In concrete jungle
Where dog eat dog mentality comes from
origin, which is usually originated from cats are starving
Or it just be somebodys aura that just horrifies
And applies to his persona or the in his entourage
intimidates the people to the point
You know that he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you believe it

[ Verse 2 ] [ Obie ]

Since Big taught us to think big
I'm been about my business since then so it Cheers
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 in the same sights as him
It's excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the same he spoken
up my eyes there's no limit in them skies
When Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my
Pummin that .45, to pop my mind
Then crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times Rewind
Got me to walk a line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could give him signs?
No pop of mine could top Big rhymes
So I'd be popular huh?
That's the I got from my nigga P.I

[ 3 ] [ P Diddy ]

I a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind, enter
The most 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 York Christopher
This is a promise on Diddy's
I'm a father to ya'll and ya with all the drama
even bother, or repeat
All of your albums play back to
And I visit your grave cause our intact
An ammaculate concept, extravagant
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm God bless
Regardless to critics yelling 'east-west'
I seen the game loosing, I'm just the reset
When the ressurection of you through an individual
Lyrical enough, doing the same of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, finest
Wether Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!