Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

Yeah can you hear me?
There's certain things in life that you can
And there's things in life that can't be stopped
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And now for bad Bad Boys
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Y'all niggaz talkin'?
Oh, you got a little name little fame little
What you have is a
'Bout the size of the hats in the back of my 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 livin' off endorsements

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 Poe did

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

is gruesome
Niggaz always that mic
And salt they really gon' do some'
What's 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 really got a crew, son
You them amusement
Fuck what your Comic Views

Youse a smoke
I've been doin' 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 they got hot yet 'til they got Dep

Why niggaz lie that?
Know they ain't fly that
Niggaz get fried like
And you don't die like that
your momma cryin' like that

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

up, y'all niggaz better hold up
Any nigga roll up, could get fold up
get ripped up and then sewed up
Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is up

We play games, get on the stand and say names
All we do is cock and spray planes
Give a fuck if nigga hustle or gang
try to use they muscle and fang fang

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

Y'all had a run in before
With the of an outlaw
assassin', smashin'
Open shit, rig scope, it
Give niggaz they 'posed to get

Oppose the clique, I send five to six
Hood fellaz, come close your shit
Niggaz stay with the wrists
Now the colored big Benz with the top broke off

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

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