Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues...

{"sirius" by parsons project 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 that you can
And there's certain in life that can't be stopped
go..

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

[p.
Y'all still talkin?
Oh you got a name little fame little fortune?
What you have is a
the size of the hats in the back of my porsche and
So you better use caution, I'm the boss and
I'm on pyramids, flossin
I don't gotta talk son
I can get lost and sit livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you like 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, your eviction notice
But you already 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 really gon' do some'
wrong with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you how to use one?
Then you livin an illusion, in a used one
I'm in the limited, cruisin
You ain't got a crew son
You givin them amusement, fuck what comic views meant
a smokehead
I've doin this since this pro-ked
Broke breads the cokeheads
down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped
I I'm a "top gun" like 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 that
Niggaz get fried that
And you don't wanna die like
Have your cryin like that
all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the block and move like that
Never my dealt with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a with his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all better hold up
Any nigga that roll up, could get up
Body get 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
Give a fuck if nigga or gangbang
Nigga try to use they muscle and 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 still gotta come in the
Y'all had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
assassin, smashin
Open shit, rig scope, it
Give niggaz what they to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come your shit
Niggaz stay with the wrists
Now the smoke colored big benz with the top off
Fix your face, we back on the paper
Never left, so I ain't take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that notice
The breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused

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