Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues...

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

[p.
Yeah can you me? yeah
There's things 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 talkin?
Oh you got a little name little fame little
What you 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 don't really gotta son
I can get and sit back livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you like you don't really know, kid?
Any I broke it
the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on harlem like poe did
I said, here's eviction notice
But you probably know this
I mean to be greedy, but turn on your tv
Or pick up 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 them amusement, fuck what your comic views meant
Youse a
I've been doin since this pro-ked
Broke breads with the
Been down, 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 that? know they fly like that
Niggaz get like that
And you don't wanna die like
Have your momma cryin like
all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the and move pies like that
Never my life with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a with his eyes all sad
up, y'all niggaz better hold up
Any nigga that up, could get fold up
get ripped up, and then sewed up
Every I fucked with, niggaz is growed 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 they and fang fang

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

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