Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues...

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

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

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

[p.
Y'all niggaz talkin?
Oh you got a little name fame little fortune?
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 on pyramids, flossin
I don't really gotta son
I can get lost and sit 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, here's your notice
But you probably know this
I don't to be greedy, but turn on your tv
Or pick up cd, p.d.

[g.
is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like really gon' do some'
What's wrong you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you how to use one?
you livin an illusion, livin in a used one
While I'm in the limited,
You ain't really got a son
You givin them amusement, fuck what your views meant
a smokehead
I've been doin this this pro-ked
Broke breads the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a nigga 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 ain't got hot yet 'til got dep

Why niggaz lie like that? know ain't fly like that
Niggaz get fried that
And you don't wanna die that
Have your momma like that
Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin that
on the block and move pies like that
Never my life dealt with that rap
In fact, I a nigga with his eyes all sad
up, y'all niggaz better hold up
Any nigga that roll up, get fold up
Body get ripped up, and 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 nigga or gangbang
Nigga try to use muscle and fang fang

rob]
Keep frontin, i'ma put a in your jaw
Might catch me the four
My I go to war
And if a want 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 they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I five close 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 on the paper chase
Never left, so I ain't gotta take place
the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice
The breadwinner, three-six-five I focused nigga

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