Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

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

Can't go with me on this ride
I'm calling the
The closing
Where we to for breakfast?
y'all
Okay, I'm reloaded!

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of 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 it's your lil bleek
Reporting to these live from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes
Peep the steez, I for all those
With twenty grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
niggas told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas I do pull it
Niggas trying to me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies my ring finger
You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, why I pack the
Johnson and for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a 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
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll you dead
One week of this hustling a living room set
Went to ? d's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks they came out
Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the third like "why little nigga?"
please, twist the trees
Took a long pull, bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like
And I'm

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