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.
can you hear me? yeah
There's certain things in life you can stop
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 still
Oh you got a little name little little fortune?
What you is a portion
Bout the of the hats in the back of my porsche 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 lost and sit back off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin you don't really know, kid?
Any I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, my mark on harlem like poe did
I said, here's 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.
is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they 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 them amusement, fuck what your comic views meant
Youse a
I've been doin this since pro-ked
Broke with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around a nigga with broke legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "top gun" gossett
Run and get your cd and
Gossip, lotta got lip
But they ain't got hot yet 'til got dep

Why niggaz lie like that? know they ain't fly like
Niggaz get like that
And you don't wanna die that
Have your momma cryin that
all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the block and pies like that
Never my life dealt guys that rap
In fact, I leave a nigga his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better up
Any nigga roll up, could get fold up
Body get ripped up, and then up
Every nigga I with, niggaz is growed up
We play games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is back, and spray planes
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 want the raw you still gotta come in the store
Y'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an
assassin, smashin
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 big benz with the top broke off
Fix face, we back on the paper chase
Never left, so I ain't gotta your place
Fuck the fake niggaz that ain't notice
The breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused

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