Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

It has been said, that there has been to be blood shed
Over bread, men who have to death, dead
to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, cred, yeah
scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
Picth a Mural, pictures of us painted all over corners
Fans to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to us
So piggy bank off of, Biggie's back and Pac's
Landmarks, in rap, statistically in fact
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 knock
And it out of the bottom to hit the spotlights
the artist, this is our lives
Cast out for all
And he who lasts the longest must be the
In concrete jungle
Where this dog eat dog comes from
This origin, which is usually originated from are starving
Or it could be somebodys aura that just horrifies
And applies to his or the sizes in his entourage
That intimidates the people to the
You know that he's gangster, he aint gotta say you just believe it

[ 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

Since Big taught us niggas to big
I'm been about my business then so it aint Cheers
It aint how we live, what he said he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills my skin
Vicious, experienced in the same sights as him
It's what Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the same he spoken
Open up my eyes there's no in them skies
Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my life
Pummin that .45, plotting to pop my
Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so times Rewind
Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my
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 I got from my nigga P.I

[ 3 ] [ P Diddy ]

I took a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind,
The phenomenal artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my designs
Backpackers and press who my house was a mess
Critics lash, I made a fortune of his past an'
All is did was build a off of his passion
And I'm addressing the absent to who he is
The original king of New York Wallace
This is a on Diddy's honor
I'm a father to and teach ya with all the drama
Don't even bother, or
All of your albums play back to
And I visit grave cause our friendships intact
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 pressing the reset
When the ressurection of you through an individual
Lyrical enough, doing the same crown of thorns
pay homage, brooklyns finest
Wether it's Queens or it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!