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

Can't go me on this ride though
I'm the shots
The bar's
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 jigga it's your lil bleek
to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to geese for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I for all those
With eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me the car, keep the keys
a hoodrat and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do it
Niggas trying to kill me dog, who
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the ej, I dutchies with my ring finger
You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen Bing, he got dropped between us
is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who it?
I go to sleep a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in streets
From sundown to on y'all
Mama said keep they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustling a living room set
Went to ? d's, mad, veins out
the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the third like "why little nigga?"
please, twist 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"