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 last of the real hustlers,
not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good
New, improved
I
I'm
Ain't enough in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I

Can't go with me on this though
I'm calling the
The closing
Where we 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 jigga it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to motherfuckers live from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter
Peep the steez, I represent for all
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
trying 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
seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the
and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my
Man I'm trying to come up on
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
From sundown to on y'all
Mama keep bullshitting they'll kill you dead
One of this hustling brought a living room set
to ? d's, niggas mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they out
Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the third floor like "why nigga?"
please, twist the trees
Took a long pull, bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer
And I'm

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