Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the world couldn't me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in ponce funeral on marcy
All those new niggaz there
But a lot later than a whole gang of thought
The of the real hustlers, well
not the last
Bleek's gonna be a rapper
New, improved
I
I'm
Ain't money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I

Can't go me on this ride though
I'm the shots
The bar's
we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-fella
Okay, I'm reloaded!

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of dollar to my name"
"Roc-a-fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just me the word"

Nah ain't jigga it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all
With eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a and creep to mickey d's
gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my finger
You find a bitch don't be cream, bring her
seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the
Johnson and for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my
Man I'm trying to come up on
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
From to sunup on y'all
Mama said bullshitting they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustling brought a room set
Went to ? d's, niggas mad, out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before came out
Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees
a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like
And I'm

"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just me the word"