Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Know

Hahaha, aight your shit homie (c'mon)

[Chorus 2X: Bizzy
Ooh, I they don't know (know)
I'm finna up David and we marchin on them bitches to the South Pole
So what they wanna do with us? I'm finna get'cha
Huh, finna get'cha get'cha (get'cha)

Bone]
Lord, crush numbers daddies eyes can see
I know Jesus me, he ever need me I'm there verily
Love the Virgin Mary, food, without the children
With a child lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm children
Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my
Praise the Lord, God the creator of all lightning
Ass booty and titans, you know that we been clashin in the
Rattlin tryna what we got
Lord a stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I no sell out
Betta leave him alone, I'll clear bitch out
Shut the fuck up out of the dust and quickly shake stick
Fuck the lust, do you it's non-physical (physical)

[Bizzy
Deep in the mind they question me, what do you wanna know?
I don't know nothing, but I that legend tellin me take it slow
I said, feelin the within the body, oh what a blessin
and what a breath, you betta go get 'em; better go plant those
Deeper, or holdin the microphone, to the spirit
Clearly I hear that jealousy, somehow I fear it
And I blame nothin, surround as we're surrounded and trapped
Call up the police that's bullshit, it's pulpit in
we mack, in the battlefield with the beat like that
Baby we serious, I'm not curious, tell 'em to watch
ideologies, remember thou shalt not kill, and isn't it bloody enough?
Fuck it, we are the in the rucket rough

[Bizzy
up my uncle let me cop that fuckin Mary J
We been out here grindin steadily climbin and every day
Motherfucker don't me come and arrest me, show me how we play
with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
Quick to a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
Open up the mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord
The Dragon say verily, verily I'm reborn
Tarnished and torn, burnin up and I'm feelin
gettin warm, I'm finna go turn it up, huh, end of story
Prophets and saints so with baby Michael's up in the buildin
Jesus is yo' pavilion, I'm a thug, I'm in the buildin

[Chorus - 2X]