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 that punch button Jack
Biggie. Biggie.

B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People 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 livin so devilish,
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for twenty South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for casket and moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And they don't know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better your gat in hand, cause man

K-Ci & JoJo

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

B.I.G.]
I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to 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 crack in the of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the
I wait for hon to make some cash
I told her she be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand
Had to re-up; see up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, Nino at the Carter
Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker
Conspiracy, she'll be in three
Until I looks out for the whole family
A G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
in the struggle

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

Guns and
put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with
This kid he got his krib rated, police found
They locked up, his whole fam; sister his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, then he on his man
Now home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next Frank White, and
up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til bright white, cut it tight right
Then he it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, dough on computers
High technology dealers, to the and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap for TV's
Stores run out of soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the
City laws by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while pushin my cars
me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
Pretty bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, the dash
for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for force
Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my
bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in West for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes,

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