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 dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, street cred,
It's aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
Picth a Mural, pictures of us painted all over street
Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the
Notorious tried to us
So many 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 from such hard knock lifes
And make it out of the bottom to hit the
Once the artist, this is our
out for all eyes
And he who the longest must be the strongest
In concrete jungle
Where this dog eat dog mentality from
This origin, is usually originated from cats are starving
Or it could just be somebodys aura that just
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 you just believe it

[ Verse 2 ] [ Trice ]

Since Big taught us to think big
I'm been about my business since then so it Cheers
It aint how we live, it's he said he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills through my
Vicious, I've experienced in the sights as him
It's what excited Obie to write these
Rolling, going through the same shit he
Open up my there's no limit in them 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 line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could give him better
No pop of mine could top Big Poppas
So I'd be popular huh?
That's the inspiration I got my nigga P.I

[ Verse 3 ] [ P ]

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