Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga Continues

{"Sirius" by Parsons Project plays in the background..
better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls"

[P.
Yeah can you hear me?
certain things in life that you can stop
and there's certain things in life that be stopped
go..

"And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys..
at guard.."

[P.
niggaz still talkin?
Oh you got a little name little fame little
What you have is a
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 and sit back livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you like you don't really know, kid?
Any records I it
Through the and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem like Poe did
I said, here's eviction notice
But you probably already 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 like they really gon' do
wrong with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you how to use one?
Then you an illusion, livin in a used one
I'm in the Limited, cruisin
You ain't really got a son
You givin them amusement, fuck what your Views meant
Youse a
I've been doin since this Pro-Ked
Broke breads 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, lotta got lip
But ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep

Why niggaz lie like that? Know they ain't fly that
Niggaz get fried that
And you wanna die like that
Have momma cryin like that
all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the block and move like that
Never my dealt with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a with his eyes all sad
up, y'all niggaz better hold up
Any that roll up, could get fold up
Body get ripped up, and sewed up
nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed up
We don't games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is back, and spray planes
Give a fuck if hustle 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 want the raw you gotta come in the store
Y'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an
assassin, smashin
Open shit, rig scope, it
Give niggaz they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come your shit
Niggaz stay with the wrists
Now the smoke colored big with the top broke off
Fix your face, we on the paper chase
left, so I ain't gotta take your place
Fuck the fake niggaz that ain't notice
the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay nigga

[P.
We'll stop..
We'll stop..
One of the teams that ever lived..
like in our blood..
We gotta be this way..
Bad Boy