Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues...

{"sirius" by alan project plays in the background..
Better known to some as "introducing your chicago bulls"

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

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

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

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

Why niggaz lie like know they ain't fly like that
Niggaz get fried that
And you don't die like that
Have your momma cryin like
all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the block and move like that
Never my life with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a with his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all better hold up
Any nigga that up, could get fold up
get ripped up, and then sewed up
Every nigga I fucked with, is growed up
We don't games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is cock back, and planes
Give a fuck if hustle or gangbang
try to use they muscle and fang 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 want the raw you gotta come in the store
never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
Predicate assassin,
Open shit, rig scope, it
Give niggaz what 'posed to get (shit)
the clique, I send five close to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll close your shit
Niggaz with the frozen wrists
Now the smoke colored big benz the top broke off
Fix face, we back on the paper chase
Never left, so I gotta take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't
The breadwinner, three-six-five I stay nigga

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