Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

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

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

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

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niggaz still talkin?
Oh you got a little name fame little fortune?
What you have is a
Bout the size of the hats in the back of my and
So you better use caution, I'm the boss and
I'm on pyramids, flossin
I really gotta talk son
I can get lost and sit back livin off
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin you don't really know, kid?
Any records I it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem Poe did
I said, your eviction notice
But you probably know this
I mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV
or up your CD, P.D.

[G.
This is
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really do some'
wrong 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 really got a crew son
You givin them amusement, fuck your Comic Views meant
Youse a
I've been doin this this Pro-Ked
breads with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a nigga broke legs on a moped
I I'm a "Top Gun" like Gossett
Run and get your CD and
Gossip, niggaz got lip
But ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep

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

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

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