Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

Yeah can you hear me?
There's things in life that you can stop
And there's certain things in life can't be stopped
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And now for your bad Bad
Starting at

Y'all niggaz still
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 gotta talk, son
I can get lost and sit back livin' off

I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin' you don't really know, kid?
Any I broke it
Through the and the stardom
Makin' my on Harlem like Poe did

I said, your eviction notice
But you probably already this
I don't to be greedy
But turn on TV, I picked up your CD, P D

is gruesome
Niggaz always grab mic
And salt they really gon' do some'
wrong with you, son?
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 really got a crew, son
You them amusement
Fuck what Comic Views meant

Youse a head
I've been this since this Pro-Ked
Broke breads with the coke
down, still I get around
Like a nigga with broke on a moped

I said, "I'm a Top Gun like
Run and get CD and cassette"
Gossip, niggaz got lip
But they got hot yet 'til they got Dep

Why lie like that?
Know they ain't fly like
Niggaz get like that
And you don't wanna die like
Have your momma like that

Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin' like
Still on the block and move pies like
my life dealt with guys that rap
In fact, I a nigga with his eyes all sad

Swoll up, niggaz better hold up
Any nigga that up, could get fold 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
Give a fuck if nigga hustle or bang
Nigga try to use they muscle and fang

Keep frontin', put a crease in your jaw
Might catch me squeezin' the
My nigga, I go to war and if a nigga the raw
You gotta come in the store

never had a run in before
With the likes of an
assassin', smashin'
Open shit, rig scope, it
Give niggaz they 'posed to get

Oppose the clique, I send close to six
Hood fellaz, that'll come your shit
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 gotta take your place
the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice
The breadwinner, three-six-five, I stay focused,

We'll never stop, we'll stop
One of the greatest that ever lived
It's in our blood
We gotta be born way
Bad Boy,