Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Know

Hahaha, aight rock your homie (c'mon)

[Chorus 2X: Bizzy
Ooh, I guess they 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)

[Bizzy
Lord, they numbers daddies eyes can see
I know Jesus carry me, he ever me I'm there verily
Love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, the children
With a child lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm children
Bless the if it's possible, I cry on my knees
Praise the Lord, God the creator of all lightning
Ass booty and titans, you know that we clashin in the brainwaves
Rattlin tryna stop we got
Lord a stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I no sell out
Betta leave him alone, I'll clear this out
Shut the fuck up out of the dust and quickly shake that
Fuck the lust, do you wonder non-physical (physical)

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

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

[Chorus - 2X]