Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

It has been said, that there has been to be blood shed
Over bread, men who bled to death, dead
to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, street cred,
It's scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a
Picth a Mural, of us painted all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, while we the coroners
Notorious to warn us
So many piggy off of, Biggie's back and Pac's
Landmarks, history in rap, statistically in
so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which lead us
To we left of March 9th to come from such hard knock lifes
And make it out of the to hit the spotlights
Once the artist, is our lives
out for all eyes
And he who lasts the must be the strongest
In this concrete
Where dog eat dog mentality comes from
This origin, which is usually originated cats are starving
Or it could just be somebodys aura that just
And applies to his persona or the sizes in his
That intimidates the people to the
You know that gangster, he aint gotta say shit you just believe it

[ 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

Big taught us niggas to think big
I'm been about my business since then so it Cheers
It aint how we live, it's what he he did it for Brooklyn
This I in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, experienced in the same sights as him
It's what excited Obie to write these
Rolling, going through the same he spoken
Open up my eyes there's no in them skies
When Ready 2 Die was a sick of my life
that .45, plotting to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many Rewind
Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my
Get up out the system, who could give him better
No pop of mine top Big Poppas rhymes
So possibly I'd be huh?
That's the inspiration I got my nigga P.I

[ 3 ] [ P Diddy ]

I took a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind,
The most phenomenal artist of any and all
I made a Frankenstein, my impressed
and press who said my house was a mess
Critics lash, said I made a of his past an'
All is did was a dynasty off of his passion
And I'm addressing the absent to who he is
The king of New York Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on honor
I'm a father to and teach ya with all the drama
even bother, or repeat
All of your albums play back to
And I visit your grave cause our friendships
An ammaculate concept, extravagant
wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God bless
Regardless to yelling that 'east-west'
I seen the game loosing, I'm just the reset
When the of you shines through an individual
Lyrical enough, doing the same crown of literally
I'ma pay homage, brooklyns
Wether it's Queens or Harlem be instant stardom, ni99a!