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,
It's scary aint it? yourself going out as a hero
a Mural, pictures of us painted all over street corners
Fans to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious to warn us
So many piggy bank off of, back and Pac's
Landmarks, history in rap, in fact
so sad to see us re-enact
These events, which lead us back
To where we left of March 9th to come from 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 longest be the strongest
In this concrete
Where this dog eat dog mentality comes
This origin, which is originated from cats are starving
Or it could just be somebodys that just horrifies
And to his persona or the sizes in his entourage
intimidates the people to the point
You know that he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you just it

[ Verse 2 ] [ Obie ]

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

[ Verse 3 ] [ P ]

I a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind, enter
The most phenomenal of any and all time
I a Frankenstein, my designs 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 dynasty off of his
And I'm addressing the absent to who he is
The king of New York Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's
I'm a father to and teach ya with all the drama
Don't bother, or repeat
All of your albums back to back
And I visit your grave cause our friendships
An ammaculate concept, progress
Bullet wounds in my heart, I'm yelling God bless
Regardless to critics yelling that
I seen the loosing, I'm just pressing the reset
When the ressurection of you shines through an
Lyrical enough, doing the same of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, finest
it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!