Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

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

[P.
Yeah can you hear me?
There's certain things in 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 still talkin?
Oh you got a little name fame little fortune?
you have is a portion
Bout the size of the in the back of my Porsche and
So you better use caution, knowin I'm the and
I'm on pyramids, flossin
I don't really talk son
I can get lost and sit back off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin you don't really know, kid?
Any I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem Poe did
I said, here's eviction notice
But you probably already know
I mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV
or pick up CD, P.D.

[G.
is gruesome
Niggaz always that 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
Then you livin an illusion, livin in a one
while I'm in the Limited,
You ain't really got a son
You givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views
Youse a
I've been doin this this Pro-Ked
breads with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a nigga with legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "Top Gun" like
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 ain't fly like that
Niggaz get fried that
And you don't wanna die that
Have your momma 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 with his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better up
Any nigga that up, could get fold up
Body get ripped up, and sewed up
Every nigga I with, niggaz is growed up
We play games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is cock back, and planes
Give a fuck if hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use they muscle and fang

Rob]
Keep frontin, I'ma put a in your jaw
Might catch me squeezin the
My I go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the
Y'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an
assassin, smashin
Open shit, rig scope, it
Give niggaz they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come your shit
Niggaz stay with the frozen
Now the smoke colored big Benz the top broke off
Fix your face, we back on the paper
Never left, so I gotta take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that notice
the breadwinner, three-six-five I focused nigga

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