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

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

I lick at intruders
Take the coke money and in computers
Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex the ice bezel
Coming through the ghetto, in a Carrero

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

Bullets leave you tremblin'
up
I got my Cuban cooking up
We got it all from to Fishscale

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

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

They think I a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can hit the boat and a shower
Head to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
blocks by the keys, L to the O to the X you'll see

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

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

See, 1996 man
And we do the same thing to you we did to you in '95
We gonna hittin' you in your head with all that

Yeah aight then, you better act you know
L to the O, X amount the
Ain't change but the range since I got the inf.
Dot on your head, take all 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 your duel running me
Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you gettin' none of me

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

With my mega click, involved in bricks
Niggaz is mega sick, and you we roll mega thick
Up where 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 gonna do?
So let's things rationalized
Everything I better nationalize

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

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

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

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, you gonna do
you gonna do when they 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 give a
all about respect Tek-9's and papes
Big house in Italy, in the yard with crushin' grapes

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

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

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

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

Bad boy, bad boy, you gonna do
What you 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 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 sippin' it, mob hats and shit
'Gator trunks bitch, blunts with the williest of the Willy

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

and Gabana

Big poppa slippin'
diamonds shinin'

Dinner the wifey winin', dinin'
Smoking in Bogota
With Colombian niggaz named
And Englique and

Games we play endin'
bending over with ease
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 stocks and real estates,
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white
plans with my mans
Dark land, smoke tint chrome rims and system

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

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