Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

It has said, that there has been known to be blood shed
bread, men who have bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, bite dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, cred, yeah
It's scary aint it? yourself going out as a hero
Picth a Mural, pictures of us painted all street corners
Fans meet to us, while we meet the coroners
tried to warn us
So many piggy bank off of, back and Pac's
Landmarks, history in rap, statistically in
so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which us back
To where we left of March 9th to come from such knock lifes
And it out of the bottom to hit the spotlights
Once the artist, is our lives
out for all eyes
And he who lasts the longest must be the
In this jungle
Where this dog eat dog mentality comes
This origin, which is usually originated cats are starving
Or it could just be somebodys aura just horrifies
And applies to his persona or the in his entourage
That intimidates the people to the
You know that he's gangster, he gotta say shit you just believe it

[ 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

Since Big taught us niggas to big
I'm been about my business since so it aint Cheers
It aint how we live, it's what he said he did it for
I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, experienced in the same sights as him
It's excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the shit he spoken
Open up my eyes no limit in them skies
When Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my
that .45, plotting to pop my mind
Then that eye Jamaican, I'd so many times 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 huh?
the inspiration I got from my nigga P.I

[ Verse 3 ] [ P ]

I a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind, enter
The most artist of any and all time
I a Frankenstein, my designs impressed
and press who said my house was a mess
Critics lash, I made a fortune of his past an'
All is did was build a dynasty off of his
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 father to ya'll and teach ya with all the
Don't bother, or repeat
All of your albums play back to
And I visit your grave cause our intact
An ammaculate concept, progress
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God
Regardless to yelling that 'east-west'
I seen the game loosing, I'm pressing the reset
the ressurection of you shines through an individual
Lyrical enough, doing the same of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, brooklyns
Wether it's or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!