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 home on marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a gang of people thought
The last of the hustlers, well
Maybe not the
Bleek's gonna be a rapper
New, Jay-Z
I
I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me
Sorry big, I

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

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

Nah this ain't jigga your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these live from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the
niggas 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
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped us
is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my
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
Mama said keep bullshitting kill you dead
One week of this hustling a living room set
to ? d's, niggas mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before came out
Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the floor like "why little nigga?"
please, twist the trees
Took a long pull, bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer
And I'm

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