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 in life that 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.
niggaz still talkin?
Oh you got a little name fame little fortune?
What you is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in the 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 livin off
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 eviction notice
But you probably know this
I don't to be greedy, but turn on your TV
or up your CD, P.D.

[G.
This is
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt they really gon' do some'
What's wrong you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you how to use one?
Then you livin an illusion, in a used one
I'm in the Limited, cruisin
You really got a crew son
You givin them amusement, fuck what your Views meant
Youse a
been doin this since this Pro-Ked
Broke breads with the
Been down, still I get around like a with broke legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "Top Gun" Gossett
Run and get your CD and
Gossip, niggaz got lip
But they ain't got hot yet 'til got Dep

Why niggaz lie like that? they ain't fly like that
get fried like that
And you don't die like that
Have your momma like that
all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the block and move pies like
Never my dealt with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a nigga his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all better hold up
Any nigga that roll up, get fold up
Body get ripped up, and sewed up
nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed up
We don't play games, get on the stand, and say
All we do is back, and spray planes
a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use they and fang fang

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

[P.
never stop..
We'll stop..
One of the greatest teams that lived..
like in our blood..
We gotta be born way..
Bad Boy