Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

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

Can't go with me on ride though
I'm the shots
The bar's
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 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
Reporting to these live from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter
the steez, I represent for all those
With eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas me park the car, keep the keys
a hoodrat and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do it
trying to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my finger
You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
seen 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 with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in streets
sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep they'll kill you dead
One week of this brought a living room set
Went to ? d's, niggas mad, out
the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the
a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer
And I'm

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