Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in ponce home on marcy
All those new niggaz stop
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 money in this game, to keep me
Sorry big, I

Can't go with me on ride though
I'm the shots
The closing
Where we going to for
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 ain't jigga it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers from the street
Game I those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes
the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, the keys
a hoodrat and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, know I do pull it
trying to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the ej, I split with my ring finger
You find a that don't be cream, bring her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep they'll kill you dead
One week of 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
bitch from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees
Took a long pull, bitch to breathe
my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm

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