Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues...

{"sirius" by alan parsons plays in the background..
Better known to some as "introducing your chicago bulls"

[p.
Yeah can you me? yeah
There's certain in life that 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 little fame little fortune?
you have is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in the back of my and
So you use caution, knowin I'm the boss and
I'm sittin on pyramids,
I really gotta talk son
I can get lost and sit back off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you like you don't really know, kid?
Any I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my on harlem like poe did
I said, your eviction notice
But you probably already know
I don't to be greedy, but turn on your tv
Or up your cd, p.d.

[g.
is gruesome
Niggaz grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some'
What's wrong 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, fuck your comic views meant
Youse a
I've doin this since this pro-ked
Broke breads with the
Been down, still I get like a nigga with broke legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "top gun" like
Run and get cd and cass-ette
Gossip, lotta got lip
But they ain't got hot yet they got dep

Why lie like that? know they ain't fly like that
Niggaz get fried that
And you wanna die like that
your momma cryin like that
Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin like
Still on the and move pies like that
Never my dealt with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a nigga with his all sad
Swoll up, niggaz better hold up
Any that roll up, could get fold up
Body get up, and then 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 spray
a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use muscle and fang 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 still gotta come in the
never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
Predicate assassin,
shit, rig scope, focus it
Give niggaz what 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five to six
Hoodfellaz, come close your shit
Niggaz with the frozen wrists
Now the smoke colored big with the top broke off
Fix your face, we back on the chase
Never left, so I gotta take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't
The breadwinner, three-six-five I stay nigga

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