Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

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

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

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

[P.
Y'all niggaz talkin?
Oh you got a little name little fame fortune?
you have is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in the of my Porsche and
So you better use caution, I'm the boss and
I'm sittin on pyramids,
I don't really gotta son
I can get lost and sit back 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 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 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 what your Comic Views
a smokehead
I've been doin this this Pro-Ked
breads with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a with broke legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "Top Gun" like
Run and get CD and cass-ette
Gossip, lotta got lip
But they got hot yet 'til they got Dep

Why niggaz lie like that? Know they ain't fly that
Niggaz get like that
And you don't wanna die like
Have momma cryin like that
Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin that
Still on the block and move pies like
my life 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, could get up
get ripped up, and then sewed up
Every nigga I with, niggaz is growed up
We play games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is back, and spray planes
a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use muscle and fang fang

Rob]
Keep frontin, put a crease in your jaw
Might catch me squeezin the
My I go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you still come in the store
Y'all never had a 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 close to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come close your
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 focused nigga

[P.
We'll stop..
We'll stop..
One of the greatest that ever lived..
It's in our blood..
We gotta be born way..
Bad Boy