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 in life that you can stop
and there's certain things in life that be stopped
go..

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

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

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

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

[Black
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 before, with the likes of an outlaw
Predicate assassin,
Open shit, rig scope, it
Give what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send close to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come your shit
stay with the frozen wrists
Now the colored big Benz with the top broke off
Fix your face, we on the paper chase
Never left, so I gotta take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't
the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused

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