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
certain things in life that 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 little fortune?
What you is a portion
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 gotta talk son
I can get lost and sit back livin off
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin like you don't really know,
Any I broke it
Through the and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem like Poe did
I said, here's eviction notice
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 like they really gon' do some'
wrong with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you how to use one?
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 your Comic Views meant
a smokehead
I've been doin this since this
Broke with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around a nigga with broke legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "Top Gun" like
Run and get your CD and
Gossip, niggaz got lip
But they ain't got hot yet they got Dep

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

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

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never stop..
We'll stop..
One of the greatest teams ever lived..
like in our blood..
We gotta be born way..
Bad Boy