Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

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

[P.
Yeah can you me? Yeah
There's things in life that you can stop
and there's things in life 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 little fortune?
you have is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in the back of my and
So you better use caution, I'm the boss and
I'm sittin on pyramids,
I really gotta talk son
I can get and sit back livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin like you don't know, kid?
Any I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem Poe did
I said, here's your eviction
But you probably know this
I don't mean to be greedy, but turn on TV
or pick up CD, P.D.

[G.
is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do
What's with 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, fuck what your Comic Views
Youse a
I've been doin since this Pro-Ked
breads with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a
I I'm a "Top Gun" like Gossett
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 ain't fly like that
get fried like that
And you don't die like that
your momma cryin like that
Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin 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 better up
Any that roll up, could get fold up
get ripped up, and then 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 cock back, and planes
Give a fuck if hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use they and fang fang

Rob]
Keep frontin, I'ma put a crease in jaw
Might me squeezin the four
My I go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you gotta come in the store
never had a run-in 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 close your
Niggaz stay with the wrists
Now the smoke colored big with the top broke off
Fix face, we back on the paper chase
left, so I ain't gotta take your place
Fuck the fake niggaz that ain't notice
the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused

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