Luyện nghe bài hát You'll See

Don't stop, I'm not yet
Don't stop, I'm not yet
Don't stop, I'm not yet
stop, I'm not finished yet

Don't stop, I'm not yet
Don't stop, I'm not yet
Don't stop, I'm not yet
Don't stop, I'm not yet

Do you ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop?
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they stop making those hits?
Do you ever ask yourself, are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask
When those bad boy are gonna stop making all money?

I lick shots at
Take the money and invest in computers
Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice
Coming the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero

But for now play the back of the cruiser
Light sack for the three time losers
out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and

Bullets will leave you
up
I got my Cuban mommy up
We got it all from Heron to

New to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My is flashy like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe, hunnies silk robes
to flip the script, bust the whip

Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk
To the feds, me if you can
I'm a still with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the in the sand

They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred
So I can hit the boat and take a
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the
Stack blocks by the keys, L to the O to the X see

Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do
What you gonna do when they for you
(Gun cocking)
You'll see, see
(Gun cocking)

Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do
What you gonna do they come for you
(Gun cocking)
see, you'll see
(Gun cocking)

See, it's man
And we gonna do the thing to you we did to you in '95
We gonna keep hittin' you in head with all that

Yeah then, you better act like you know
L to the O, X amount the
Ain't nothin' but the range since I got the inf.
Dot on your head, take all your

Yeah, I'm in it for the
get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens
My tape in your duel running me
Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't none of me

Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs me
'Cause you and I know, the flow is coming B
you want it? Now or later?
I get mine and slide a fresh pair of 'gators

With my mega click, involved in bricks
Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega
Up north they bust your man
In the custom van, interrupt your

Now it's back to grams, damn, ain't that
All that for frontin', what you do? Nothin'
So let's keep things
Everything I write nationalize

I'm gettin' money, twistin' hunnies
is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny
I'm a scorer, shorty the whole aura
Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never her

It's all about whips and fast knicks
Gats with mad clips, TV's in whips
My style like Gotti when I touch you
Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the

Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer the hatch
Cop one for my man, so ill shits
Runnin' all crazy twistin' hunnies back
And breakin' niggaz that to gamble with small stacks
Really though, screw y'all, I knew y'all
Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through

Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do
What you gonna do when come for you
(Gun cocking)
You'll see, see
(Gun cocking)

Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do
What you gonna do when come for you
(Gun cocking)
You'll see, see
(Gun cocking)

Yo, hard as it is to make a buck, I tryin' to get stuck
So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't a fuck
It's all about respect Tek-9's and
Big in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes

So I go down to my steam and give a long prayer
Knowing that one day I'll be Luchion the mayor
out in my house or office
Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the supports this
(Uh-hun)

My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and
Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers
Now what you do?
they come for you

The same thing you been
Eye
And bubble gum
(Whoh)
me and my mans are pursuin'

Who you think the are enhancin'
Rocking Vansons, I'm dancing in the
So cheers to of the ice in your chains and your watches
And see how we lock this

Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do
What you do when they come for you
(Gun cocking)
see, you'll see
(Gun cocking)

Bad boy, bad boy, what you do
What you gonna do they come for you
(Gun cocking)
see, you'll see
(Gun cocking)

Click, click, uh, uh, uh
Niggaz it but ain't livin' it
Crystal pops I'm it, mob hats and lizard shit
'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts the williest of the Willy

cocked M-1's and nine millies
Stories a motherfucker
(That's right)
bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her
She know I treats my like Ivana

Dolce and

Big poppa never
diamonds shinin'

Dinner the wifey winin', dinin'
Smoking cigars in
With niggaz named Panama
And Englique and

Games we life endin'
Bitches bending over with
For a pair of Moschino
And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank

on top

Under the of 'em

From duplex to
Stashing keys G's overseas
in my V's
Game elevates, I make

Get's your and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white
plans with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and

That your rear views tremblin'
What you gonna do when catch an attitude
Drop to your and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay
is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

You'll see, see
(Don't stop)