Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

Yeah can you me? Yeah
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
at guard

Y'all niggaz talkin'?
Oh, you got a name 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 on pyramids, flossin'
I don't really talk, son
I can get lost and sit livin' off endorsements

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

I said, here's eviction notice
But you already know this
I don't mean to be
But turn on your TV, I up your CD, P D

This is
Niggaz always grab mic
And salt like they 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, in a used one
While I'm in The Limited,
You really got a crew, son
You them amusement
Fuck what your Views meant

a smoke head
I've been this since this Pro-Ked
breads with the coke heads
Been down, 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, lotta got lip
But ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep

Why niggaz lie that?
Know they fly like that
Niggaz get fried like
And you wanna die like that
your momma cryin' like that

Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin' that
Still on the block and move like that
Never my life dealt guys that rap
In fact, I a nigga with his eyes all sad

Swoll up, niggaz better hold up
Any that roll up, could get fold up
Body get ripped up and sewed up
Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is up

We don't play games, get on the stand and say
All we do is cock back and planes
Give a if nigga hustle or gang bang
Nigga try to use they and fang fang

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

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

Oppose the clique, I five close to six
Hood fellaz, that'll come your shit
Niggaz with the frozen wrists
Now the smoke big Benz with the top broke off

Fix your face, we on the paper chase
Never left, so I ain't gotta your place
Fuck the fake bogus that ain't notice
The breadwinner, three-six-five, I focused, nigga

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