Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

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

[ Verse 2 ] [ Trice ]

Big taught us niggas to think big
I'm been about my business since then so it aint
It aint how we live, it's what he he did it for Brooklyn
I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, I've in the same sights as him
It's what excited to write these poems
Rolling, through the same shit he spoken
up my eyes there's no limit in them skies
When Ready 2 Die was a sick of my life
that .45, plotting to pop my mind
Then that eye Jamaican, I'd so many times Rewind
Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my
Get up out the system, who could give him better
No pop of mine could top Big Poppas
So I'd be popular huh?
the inspiration I got from my nigga P.I

[ 3 ] [ P Diddy ]

I took a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind,
The most artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my impressed
Backpackers and press who said my was a mess
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 adolesence to who he is
The original king of New Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's
I'm a father to ya'll and teach ya with all the
even bother, or repeat
All of albums play back to back
And I visit your grave cause our friendships
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 just pressing the
When the ressurection of you shines an individual
enough, doing the same crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, finest
Wether it's Queens or Harlem be instant stardom, ni99a!