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 hear me?
certain things in life that you can stop
And there's certain things in life that be stopped
go..

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

[p.
Y'all still talkin?
Oh you got a little little fame little fortune?
What you is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in the of my porsche and
So you better use caution, knowin I'm the and
I'm sittin on pyramids,
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 really know, kid?
Any I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on harlem poe did
I said, here's eviction notice
But you probably know this
I don't to be greedy, but turn on your tv
Or up your cd, p.d.

[g.
is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really 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
I'm in the limited, cruisin
You ain't really got a son
You givin them amusement, fuck your comic views meant
a smokehead
I've been doin since this pro-ked
Broke with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a nigga broke legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "top gun" like
Run and get cd and cass-ette
Gossip, niggaz got lip
But they ain't got hot yet they got dep

Why niggaz lie like that? know ain't fly like that
Niggaz get fried that
And you don't wanna die like
Have your momma cryin that
Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin like
Still on the block and pies like that
Never my life with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a nigga with his all sad
Swoll up, y'all better hold up
Any nigga roll up, could get fold up
get ripped up, and then sewed up
Every nigga I fucked with, is growed up
We play games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is cock back, and planes
Give a fuck if hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use they and fang fang

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

[p.
We'll stop..
We'll stop..
One of the greatest teams ever lived..
like in our blood..
We gotta be born way..
Bad boy