Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues...

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

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

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

[p.
Y'all niggaz still
Oh you got a little name little fame fortune?
What you is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in the of my porsche and
So you use caution, knowin I'm the boss and
I'm on pyramids, flossin
I don't gotta talk son
I can get lost and sit back off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin like you don't know, kid?
Any I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on like poe did
I said, here's eviction notice
But you probably already know
I don't mean to be greedy, but on your tv
Or pick up cd, p.d.

[g.
is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they gon' do some'
What's wrong with you
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 really got a crew son
You givin them amusement, fuck your comic views meant
Youse a
I've been doin this this pro-ked
Broke breads the cokeheads
down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "top gun" gossett
Run and get your cd and
Gossip, niggaz got lip
But they got hot yet 'til they got dep

Why niggaz lie like know they ain't fly like that
get fried like that
And you don't wanna die that
Have your cryin like that
Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin that
Still on the block and move pies like
Never my life dealt with that rap
In fact, I a nigga with his eyes all sad
Swoll up, niggaz better hold 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
a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use they muscle and fang

[black
Keep frontin, i'ma put a crease in jaw
Might me squeezin the four
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
Predicate assassin,
Open shit, rig scope, it
niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I five close to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come close your
Niggaz with the frozen wrists
Now the smoke big benz with the top broke off
Fix your face, we back on the paper
left, so I ain't gotta take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't
The breadwinner, three-six-five I focused nigga

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