Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

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

[P.
Yeah can you me? Yeah
There's certain things in life that you can
and there's certain things in that 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 fortune?
What you have is a
the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and
So you better use caution, knowin I'm the and
I'm sittin on pyramids,
I don't really talk son
I can get lost and sit livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin like you don't really know,
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 probably already this
I don't mean to be greedy, but turn on TV
or up your CD, P.D.

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

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

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

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