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 stretch my mic out in funeral home on marcy
All those new niggaz there
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The last of the hustlers, well
not the last
Bleek's gonna be a rapper
New, Jay-Z
I
I'm
Ain't money in this game, to keep me around
big, I tried

Can't go me on this ride though
I'm calling the
The closing
Where we going to for
Roc-a-fella
Okay, I'm reloaded!

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of dollar 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 your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I to geese hoes for Easter 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, niggas know I do it
Niggas 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
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, why I hustle in these streets
From sundown to on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll you dead
One week of this hustling a living room set
Went to ? d's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two before they came out
Flashy, fly nigga
bitch from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees
Took a long pull, like to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer
And I'm

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