Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Know

Hahaha, aight rock your shit (c'mon)

[Chorus 2X: Bizzy
Ooh, I guess they know (know)
I'm finna call up David and we marchin on them bitches to the Pole
So what they wanna do with us? I'm get'cha get'cha
Huh, finna get'cha get'cha (get'cha)

[Bizzy
Lord, crush numbers daddies eyes can see
I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there
Love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, the children
With a child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm
Bless the if it's possible, I cry on my knees
Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all
Ass booty and titans, you know that we been clashin in the
tryna stop what we got
Lord a stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I no sell out
Betta leave him alone, I'll clear this out
Shut the fuck up out of the and quickly shake that stick
Fuck the lust, do you wonder it's (physical)

[Bizzy
Deep in the mind where question me, what do you wanna know?
I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me it slow
I said, feelin the body within the body, oh a blessin
and what a breath, you betta go get 'em; go plant those seeds
Deeper, or the microphone, close to the spirit
Clearly I that jealousy, somehow I don't fear it
And I don't blame nothin, surround as we're surrounded and
Call up the that's bullshit, it's pulpit in fact
we mack, in the battlefield with the beat like that
Baby we serious, I'm not curious, tell 'em to that
Those ideologies, remember shalt not kill, and isn't it bloody enough?
Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rough

[Bizzy
Call up my let me cop that fuckin Mary J
We out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
don't test me come and arrest me, show me how we play
Figure with the spirit, fight you back I was anime
Quick to have a sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
Open up the mind with a prayer, as I worship the Jesus
The Slayer say verily, verily I'm reborn
Tarnished and torn, burnin up and I'm feelin
It's gettin warm, I'm finna go it up, huh, end of story
Prophets and saints so harken with baby Michael's up in the
Jesus is yo' pavilion, I'm a thug, I'm in the buildin

[Chorus - 2X]