Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

It has been said, that there has been known to be blood
Over bread, men who bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, bombs dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, street cred,
It's scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a
a Mural, pictures of us painted all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, while we the coroners
tried to warn us
So many piggy off of, Biggie's back and Pac's
Landmarks, history in rap, in fact
so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which us back
To where we left of March 9th to come from hard knock lifes
And it out of the bottom to hit the spotlights
Once the artist, is our lives
Cast out for all
And he who lasts the longest must be the
In this jungle
Where this dog eat dog mentality from
This origin, is usually originated from 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 to the point
You know he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you just believe it

[ Verse 2 ] [ 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, chills through my skin
Vicious, experienced in the same sights as him
It's excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes there's no limit in skies
When 2 Die was a sick part of my life
Pummin .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 could top Big Poppas rhymes
So possibly I'd be popular
That's the inspiration I got from my P.I

[ 3 ] [ P Diddy ]

I a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind, enter
The phenomenal artist of any and all time
I a Frankenstein, my designs impressed
Backpackers and press who said my house was a
Critics lash, I made a fortune of his past an'
All is did was a dynasty off of his passion
And I'm addressing the absent to who he is
The original king of New York Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's
I'm a father to and teach ya with all the drama
even bother, or repeat
All of your albums play to back
And I visit your grave our friendships intact
An ammaculate concept, extravagant
wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God bless
Regardless to yelling that 'east-west'
I seen the game loosing, I'm just the reset
When the ressurection of you shines through an
Lyrical enough, doing the same crown of thorns
pay homage, brooklyns finest
Wether it's or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!