Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

{"Sirius" by Alan Project plays in the background..
known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music}

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

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

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

[G.
is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt they really gon' do some'
What's with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use
Then you 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
Youse a
I've been doin this since Pro-Ked
Broke with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around a nigga with broke legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "Top Gun" Gossett
Run and get CD and cass-ette
Gossip, lotta got lip
But they ain't got hot yet 'til got Dep

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

Rob]
Keep frontin, put a crease in your jaw
catch me squeezin the four
My I go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the
Y'all never had a run-in before, with the of an outlaw
assassin, smashin
Open shit, rig scope, it
niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send close to six
Hoodfellaz, come close your shit
Niggaz with the frozen wrists
Now the smoke big Benz with the top broke off
Fix your face, we back on the paper
Never left, so I ain't take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't
the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused

[P.
We'll stop..
never stop..
One of the greatest that ever lived..
It's in our blood..
We gotta be born way..
Bad Boy