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
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

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
those bad boy are gonna stop making all this money?

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

But for now I'll play the back of the
Light another sack for the three losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the
and gentleman

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

New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin'
My style is flashy like a fiver
Going around the globe, hunnies wearing robes
Time to flip the script, bust the

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

They I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
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, what you 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 do when they come for you
(Gun cocking)
You'll see, see
(Gun cocking)

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

Yeah aight then, you better act you know
L to the O, X the flows
nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.
Dot on your head, all your strength

Yeah, I'm in it for the
I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a from Queens
My tape in duel cassette running me
Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' of me

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

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

Now it's back to grams, damn, that somethin'
All that for frontin', what you gonna do?
So let's things rationalized
I write better nationalize

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

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

Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the with the hatch
Cop one for my man, so ill shits
Runnin' all crazy twistin' hunnies back
And niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks
Really though, screw y'all, I never y'all
Your click be like yellow lights, I'm through y'all

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

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

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

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

My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and
Givin' rallies, and parades for the lifers groups
Now you gon' do?
When come for you

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

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

Bad boy, bad boy, what you 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)

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 with the of the Willy

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

and Gabana

Big never slippin'
diamonds shinin'

Dinner with the wifey winin',
Smoking in Bogota
With Colombian niggaz named
And and shit

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

on top

Under the of 'em

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

Get's your and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, sands
Discussing plans with my
blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system

That leaves your views tremblin'
What you do when poppa catch an attitude
Drop to knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it's a White thing I stay potent
Bitch is devoted, my dick and deep throat it

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