Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

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

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

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

[P.
Y'all niggaz talkin?
Oh you got a little little fame little fortune?
What you 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 don't really gotta 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, your eviction notice
But you probably know this
I don't mean to be greedy, but on your TV
or pick up CD, P.D.

[G.
is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they 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
I'm in the Limited, cruisin
You ain't got a crew son
You them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant
a smokehead
I've been doin this this Pro-Ked
Broke with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get like a nigga 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 ain't got hot yet they got Dep

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

Rob]
Keep frontin, I'ma put a crease in jaw
catch me squeezin the four
My I go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you still come in the store
Y'all never had a run-in before, the likes of an outlaw
Predicate assassin,
Open shit, rig scope, it
niggaz 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 Benz the top broke off
Fix face, we back on the paper chase
Never left, so I ain't gotta your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't
the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay nigga

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