Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

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

I quit, I'm
enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I honest
Can't go with me on this though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

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

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

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

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

First gun two bullets, niggaz I do pull it
Niggaz to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a bitch that be cream, bring her
Last seen Bing, he got dropped between us
is constant, that's 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 tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll you dead"
One week of hustlin' brought a livin' room set
to Tom D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they out

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

Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the