Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in funeral home on marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a gang of people thought
The of the real hustlers, well
not the last
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 ride though
I'm the shots
The bar's
Where we going to for
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 it's your lil bleek
to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all
With twenty eight grams, on a trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, the keys
Find a and creep to mickey d's
gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas trying to me dog, who wouldn't?
Gooden, I pitch in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my finger
You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who it?
I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
From sundown to on y'all
Mama said keep they'll kill you dead
One week of this brought a living room set
Went to ? d's, mad, veins 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
Took a long pull, like to breathe
my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm

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