Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't me back again
Lay down, lay
stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral home on Marcy
All those new niggaz stop
But a lot later than a whole gang of people
The last of the real hustlers, well not the last
Bleek's gonna be a rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
go with me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the closin'
Where we to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a couple of signs to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
for my day to come
Just give me the

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga
to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter

Peep the steez, I represent for all those with twenty grams
On a come up, to creep the keys
Large told me park the car, keep the keys
a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do it
tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I split with my ring finger

You find a bitch that be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped us
Shit is constant, why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the who wants it?

I go to sleep with a of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in streets
From to sunup on y'all

said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
Copped the Jordans, two before they came out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the third floor like, "Why nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like bitch to
my answer, life's like cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word