Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

It's Bad Boy bitch, Scram Jones, the B I G, let's go

in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke
pleasure in the Benzito
Hitting fanny, spendin' at Manny's

you creeps got receipts
My peeps get like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga
May you in peace

With my Sycamore style, more sicker than
Four, four, and fifty four
As my pilot, my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official, the Feds I fear

Here's a tissue, stop your clot crying
The kids, the dog, dyin', no lying
So don't you get
I'm Big you're just a Likkle Vicious

As I leave my competition, style
Climb the to success, escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, controls y'all
Big don't fold y'all, I spit phrases thrill you
You're till somebody kills you

Do you know your going too
a memory everybody dying
When I throw my in the AK
May you rest in
Your till somebody kills you

Do you know your goin' too
a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls
Your nobody till somebody you

Label limbo, I treat it like the wind
My back don't bend, see is my kenfolk
Spin out the work, as if its on a ten
Soul benefactor the Benz, he made the rims

Trust me they touch P, in one touchie
drop head coupe to dune buggy
Admire the verses, their by the hearses
That my niggaz and had the church mothers cursing

Imagine the glamor that out the flow
Of a nigga who still play in the snow Santa
The is rushing, my ears is blushing
And the in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, yes

On the flip side, the I'm gripping
You thought all the had me slipping?
Think again, blink again let me know that bluffing
give permanent concussion, your nothing

Do you know where going too
Just a memory dying
I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in
Your nobody till somebody you

Do you where your goin' too
Just a memory so you pack a pistol
Everybody dying, controls y'all
nobody till somebody kills you

Check out the
On the of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, a quarter on the car
Bentley coupe another short of the
Even as a youth I was the stoop
the nose and the Feds had no clue

I was pushing keys in a V with no
Rich, black, two big and no coof
Things at the label, well they tend to get
And pretty much leave Malice at the table

Or over the stove the flame to the ladle
Because I'm a as long as I am able
This hughe the most foolish of blues
When I my mother the price
She near sent me to my room

the M A L I C I O U S
You don't try nigga, you next, uh

Do you know where going too
Just a memory dying
I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in
Your till somebody kills you

Do you know where your too
a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, controls y'all
nobody till somebody kills you

Biggie Duets, Born Again, Life After
lives on and on, and on
These motherfuckers can't see you BIG
you ain't even here
Motherfuckers step their game up
Greatest of all time, greatest of all time,