Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues...

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

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

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

[p.
niggaz still talkin?
Oh you got a little name little little fortune?
What you is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in the back of my and
So you better use caution, knowin I'm the and
I'm on pyramids, flossin
I really gotta talk son
I can get and sit back livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin like you 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 mean to be greedy, but on your tv
Or pick up cd, p.d.

[g.
This is
Niggaz always that mic and salt like they really gon' do some'
wrong with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you how to use one?
Then you an illusion, livin in a used one
I'm in the limited, cruisin
You really got a crew son
You givin them amusement, what your comic views meant
Youse a
been doin this since this pro-ked
Broke with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a nigga with legs on a moped
I I'm a "top gun" like gossett
Run and get cd and cass-ette
Gossip, lotta got lip
But they ain't got hot yet 'til got dep

Why niggaz lie like know they ain't fly like that
Niggaz get like that
And you don't die like that
Have 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 with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a with his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all niggaz hold up
Any nigga that roll up, get fold up
Body get ripped up, and then 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
Give a if nigga hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use muscle and fang fang

rob]
Keep frontin, i'ma put a crease in jaw
Might catch me squeezin the
My I go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you gotta come in the store
never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
Predicate assassin,
Open shit, rig scope, it
niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come your shit
Niggaz stay 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 bogus niggaz that ain't notice
The breadwinner, I stay focused nigga

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