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 funeral on marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers,
Maybe not the
Bleek's gonna be a good
New, Jay-Z
I
I'm
Ain't enough in this game, to keep me around
big, I tried

Can't go with me on this though
I'm calling the
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 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 it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live 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
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the
Large told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to d's
gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas trying to kill me dog, who
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my finger
You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
Last seen 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 sleep 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 in these streets
From to sunup on y'all
Mama said bullshitting they'll kill you dead
One of this hustling brought a living room set
Went to ? d's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two before they came out
Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the third like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the
Took a long pull, like bitch to
That's my answer, life's cancer
And I'm

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