Luyện nghe bài hát Hassan I Sabbah

Notorious B.I.G. F/ & JoJo, Nas

I Really Want to You
B.I.G.]
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this
Y'all better be swift with that button Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
look at you like youse the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have gat in hand, cause man

K-Ci & JoJo

Come and run with me . I wanna show you
How I run the streets . I wanna show you
How I'm G's . I really wanna show you
and run with me . I really wanna show you

B.I.G.]
I had the master
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man to take over this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my on the Amtrak
with the in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the
I wait for hon to make some quick
I her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my
Toyota had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me
We got infiltrated, Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated
And my bitch to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until then I looks out for the family
A true G, that's me, blowing a bubble;
in the struggle

B.I.G.]
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor
ain't to see no black man turn to John Gotti

Guns and
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't
Take til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
kid he got his krib rated, police found grams
They up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, then he on his man
Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, again
He tried to be the next White, and Escobar
Pickin up coke a fiend it in a seperate car
it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin on computers
High technology dealers, to the and losers
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie
Bitches, holdin my weight in they and drawers
My bitches out of state get while they pushin my cars
Callin me up, callin me baller, for they cut
Pretty hoes me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the
for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task
Cause I know they but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave whole game wit somethin
in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Barnes, baby

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