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 home on marcy
All those new niggaz there
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The of the real hustlers, well
Maybe not the
Bleek's be a good rapper
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
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 this ain't jigga it's your lil nigga
Reporting to these motherfuckers live the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter
Peep the steez, I for all those
twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do 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 ring
You find a bitch that be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting 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 third floor like "why nigga?"
please, twist the trees
Took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer
And I'm

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