Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues...

{"sirius" by alan parsons plays in the background..
Better known to some as "introducing your bulls" music}

[p.
Yeah can you hear me?
There's certain things in that you can stop
And there's things in life that can't be stopped
go..

"and now.. for your.. bad bad boys..
at guard.."

[p.
Y'all niggaz still
Oh you got a little name fame little fortune?
What you is a portion
Bout the of the hats in the back of my porsche and
So you better use caution, I'm the boss and
I'm on pyramids, flossin
I don't gotta talk son
I can get and sit back livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin like you don't really know,
Any records I it
Through the fame and the stardom, my mark on harlem like poe did
I said, here's eviction notice
But you probably already this
I mean to be greedy, but turn on your tv
Or up your cd, p.d.

[g.
This is
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really do some'
What's with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use
Then you livin an illusion, in a used one
While I'm in the limited,
You ain't got a crew son
You givin them amusement, fuck what your comic meant
a smokehead
I've been doin this this pro-ked
breads with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a nigga with legs on a moped
I I'm a "top gun" like gossett
Run and get cd and cass-ette
Gossip, niggaz got lip
But they ain't got hot yet 'til got dep

Why niggaz lie that? know they ain't fly like that
Niggaz get like that
And you don't wanna die that
your momma cryin like that
Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin that
Still on the block and move like that
Never my life dealt guys that rap
In fact, I a nigga with his eyes all sad
Swoll up, niggaz better hold up
Any nigga that roll up, get fold up
Body get up, and then sewed up
Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is up
We don't games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is back, and spray planes
Give a fuck if nigga or gangbang
Nigga try to use they muscle and fang

[black
frontin, i'ma put a crease in your jaw
Might catch me squeezin the
My I go to war
And if a nigga the raw you still gotta come in the store
Y'all had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
Predicate assassin,
shit, rig scope, focus it
Give what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll close your shit
Niggaz stay the frozen wrists
Now the smoke colored big benz with the top off
Fix your face, we on the paper chase
Never left, so I ain't gotta your place
Fuck the fake niggaz that ain't notice
The breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused

[p.
We'll stop..
never stop..
One of the greatest teams ever lived..
like in our blood..
We gotta be this way..
Bad boy