Luyện nghe bài hát Suga & Pac, Puff & Big

[B.G.]
Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin
Two legend paper chasers from uptown
Bout money and bitches, haters in ditches
We roll in trucks like Hummers and
Our relationship like and Jesus
Ask one of our hoes, no comin between us
Two black young kingpins, that's how treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my be sippin
the finest and spendin G's, makin trips
back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to a mill' y'all
we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"
Fuck wit B, you B.G. all the way out there
wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there
Since ninety-two ninety-three our been there
We never spend to a pussy, Cash niggaz share
I'm a Big Tymer, that's a
Suga Slim just signed a, million contract
(?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head
Watch your tone in that is where we lay our head at
We high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops
Way I bust it look like Suge and

[Lil
Like and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to a million

Like J. and 'Face, like and Run
Baby and B.G. comin like assault rifle machine guns
Worth more money these niggaz could wonder
You better thank quick nigga we hit like thunder
Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black
It ain't no we showed our ass last summer
We both got or fo' bitches we bank at first
playboy to hide our riches
Me and this nigga we tighter than stitches
He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the spitter
And if you you wit him
I'll clear my bank account on one of you
And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in
It nuttin in this industry gon' fuck
wit and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats
Wit Slim's brains behind all this heat
and my Hot strapped ridin right beside me
Nigga bet a million dolars to yo' light bill
I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel to yo' cable bill
It ain't nuttin in this industry could wit Cash Money
cause we keep it nigga, believe that

Wayne]
Now what? Like and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six
'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to a million, what?

[B.G.]
I got love for my nigga
He I rapped, came on VL and saved me
Now we ballin, livin swell it's
Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you me?
B.G. and Baby, good pah
We just determined to and get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you dog
We ridin dirty and put that on the hood dog

Now what make these thank that I ain't rich?
What make niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?
My brotha taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time
Nigga I'm shine til I die
Me and this been together since he was twelve
Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper bells
Now I knew this young nigga would end up
I used my to keep him writin rhymes
cause I knew be major at one time
Now I done in the flyest cars
It ain't no secret B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar

Wayne]
Like Suge and 'Pac, like and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six
'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. to clock a million
Like Suge and 'Pac, Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. to clock six figs
'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Nigga and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?

Ain't nuttin could wit us playboy
We take it how you want it, the issue nigga
We it's all gravy
If it about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches
We doin we got to do, we clockin G's
Lil' Antoine, my lil' from Tennessee
all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?
We clockin playboy, if you like it that's the issue nigga
Get it how you playboy
How you luv nigga?
If it don't make money it don't make nigga
I wear two watches on my wrist, at G's a piece
How's that look That's a hundred
I done put two G's on my grill
My dog Fresh bout to redo his
Nigga we just gon' have gold and
How you luv playboy?
Crystal, poppin bottles
Niggaz ain't Tanqu-zay no more
Niggaz wearin rangs cost G's
earrings cost 'em twenty G's
Niggaz's rims 'em ten G's
Nigga costin two mill-ion
hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators
Niggaz just.. playa haters
It ain't no boy, how you luv that nigga?
Believe that boy (man I yo' momma)