Luyện nghe bài hát Just A Memory

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

Niggaz in my faction like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, measuring
pleasure in the Benzito
Hitting fanny, spendin' at Manny's

you creeps got receipts
My peeps get dirty cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your sheets
Six up in wig piece, nigga decease
May you rest in

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

Here's a tissue, your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, dyin', no lying
So you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous you're just a Vicious

As I my competition, respirator style
Climb the to success, escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I y'all, death controls y'all
Big fold y'all, I spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody till somebody you

Do you know where your too
Just a memory everybody
When I throw my in the AK
May you in peace
Your till somebody kills you

Do you know where goin' too
Just a memory so you better a pistol
dying, death controls y'all
Your nobody till somebody you

Label limbo, I treat it the wind blows
My back bend, see papi 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
Turn head coupe to dune buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by the
That carried my niggaz and had the church mothers

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

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

Do you where your going too
Just a everybody dying
When I throw my in the AK
May you rest in
Your nobody somebody kills you

Do you know where your too
Just a memory so you pack a pistol
dying, death controls y'all
Your till somebody kills you

out the fisad
On the face of rap, so we gon the bar
A mil on the crib, mean a on the car
Bentley coupe another short of the
Even as a I was laundering the stoop
Underneath the and the Feds had no clue

I was pushing keys in a V no roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no
at the label, well they tend to get unstable
And that pretty much leave Malice at the

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
I tell my mother the price
She damn near me to my room

the M A L I C I O U S
You wanna try nigga, you next, uh

Do you know your going too
Just a memory everybody
When I my clip in the AK
May you rest in
Your nobody till kills you

Do you know your goin' too
Just a so you better pack a pistol
dying, death controls y'all
Your nobody somebody kills you

Duets, Born Again, Life After Death
Legacy on and on, and on
These motherfuckers can't see you BIG
Shit you ain't here
better step their game up
Greatest of all time, greatest of all time,