Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ Verse 1 ] [ ]

It has been said, that there has known to be blood shed
Over bread, men who have to death, dead
to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, cred, yeah
It's scary it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
Picth a Mural, pictures of us painted all over corners
Fans to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious to warn us
So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's back and
Landmarks, history in rap, in fact
It's so sad to see us
tragic events, which lead us back
To where we left of 9th to come from such hard knock lifes
And it out of the bottom to hit the spotlights
the artist, this is our lives
Cast out for all
And he who lasts the longest must be the
In this concrete
Where this dog eat dog comes from
This origin, which is usually originated cats are starving
Or it just be somebodys aura that just horrifies
And to his persona or the sizes in his entourage
intimidates the people to the point
You know that he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you just it

[ 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

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

[ Verse 3 ] [ P ]

I took a coal, a diamond, I his mind, enter
The phenomenal artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my impressed
Backpackers and press who said my 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 the adolesence absent to who he is
The original of New York Christopher Wallace
is a promise on Diddy's honor
I'm a father to and teach ya with all the drama
Don't even bother, or
All of your play back to back
And I your grave cause our friendships intact
An concept, extravagant progress
Bullet left in my heart, I'm yelling God bless
to critics yelling that 'east-west'
I seen the loosing, I'm just pressing the reset
When the ressurection of you shines an individual
Lyrical enough, doing the crown of thorns literally
pay homage, brooklyns finest
Wether Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!