Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

{"Sirius" by Parsons Project plays in the background..
better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls"

[P.
can you hear me? Yeah
There's certain things in life you can stop
and there's certain things in that can't be stopped
go..

"And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys..
at guard.."

[P.
Y'all niggaz still
Oh you got a little little fame little fortune?
What you have is a
the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and
So you use caution, knowin I'm the boss and
I'm sittin on pyramids,
I don't really gotta son
I can get lost and sit back livin off
I'm a pro, kid
Why you like you don't really know, kid?
Any records I it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on like Poe did
I said, here's your eviction
But you already know this
I mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV
or up your CD, P.D.

[G.
This is
always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some'
What's with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use
you livin an illusion, livin in a used one
while I'm in the Limited,
You ain't really got a son
You givin them amusement, fuck your Comic Views meant
a smokehead
I've doin this since this Pro-Ked
Broke with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke on a moped
I said; I'm a "Top Gun" Gossett
Run and get your CD and
Gossip, lotta got lip
But they got hot yet 'til they got Dep

Why niggaz lie that? Know they ain't fly like that
Niggaz get fried like
And you don't wanna die that
Have your cryin like that
all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the block and move pies that
Never my dealt with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a with his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all better hold up
Any nigga that roll up, get fold up
get ripped up, and then sewed up
Every nigga I with, niggaz is growed up
We don't games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is cock back, and planes
Give a fuck if nigga or gangbang
try to use they muscle and fang fang

[Black
frontin, I'ma put a crease in your jaw
Might me squeezin the four
My I go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you still come in the store
never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
Predicate assassin,
shit, rig scope, focus it
Give niggaz they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come your shit
Niggaz with the frozen wrists
Now the colored big Benz with the top broke off
Fix your face, we back on the paper
Never left, so I gotta take your place
Fuck the bogus niggaz that ain't notice
the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused

[P.
never stop..
We'll stop..
One of the teams that ever lived..
like in our blood..
We be born this way..
Bad Boy