Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues...

{"sirius" by parsons project plays in the background..
known to some as "introducing your chicago bulls" music}

[p.
can you hear me? yeah
There's certain things in life that you can
And there's certain things in that can't be stopped
go..

"and now.. for your.. bad bad boys..
at guard.."

[p.
Y'all niggaz talkin?
Oh you got a name little 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 livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin like you don't really know,
Any I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on harlem poe did
I said, your eviction notice
But you probably already know
I mean to be greedy, but turn on your tv
Or up your cd, p.d.

[g.
This is
Niggaz always grab that mic and 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, what your comic views meant
a smokehead
I've doin this since this pro-ked
Broke breads with the
Been down, still I get around a nigga with broke legs on a moped
I I'm a "top gun" like gossett
Run and get your cd and
Gossip, niggaz got lip
But they ain't got hot yet they got dep

Why niggaz lie like know they ain't fly like that
Niggaz get fried that
And you don't wanna die like
Have momma cryin like that
Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin like
Still on the block and move pies that
my life dealt with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a nigga his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better up
Any nigga that roll up, could get up
get ripped up, and then sewed up
Every nigga I fucked with, is growed up
We don't play games, get on the stand, and say
All we do is back, and spray planes
Give a fuck if hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use they muscle and fang

[black
frontin, i'ma put a crease in your jaw
Might catch me squeezin the
My I go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you gotta come in the store
Y'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an
assassin, smashin
Open shit, rig scope, it
Give what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come your shit
stay with the frozen wrists
Now the smoke colored big benz with the top off
Fix your face, we on the paper chase
Never left, so I ain't gotta your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't
The breadwinner, three-six-five I stay nigga

[p.
never stop..
We'll stop..
One of the greatest teams ever lived..
like in our blood..
We gotta be this way..
Bad boy