Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the couldn't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna my mic out in ponce funeral home on marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a whole of people thought
The of the real hustlers, well
Maybe not the
gonna be a good rapper
New, Jay-Z
I
I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me
big, I tried

Can't go me on this ride 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 it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes
Peep the steez, I for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the
Find a and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas I do pull it
trying to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the ej, I dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch don't be cream, bring her
seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the
Johnson and Johnson for the who wants 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 in these streets
From sundown to sunup on
said keep 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 weeks before came out
Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the
a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like
And I'm

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