Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back
Lay down, lay
Gonna my mic out in ponce funeral home on marcy
All those new niggaz there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people
The last of the hustlers, well
not the last
Bleek's be a good rapper
New, improved
I
I'm
Ain't enough money in game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I

Can't go with me on this ride
I'm the shots
The closing
Where we to for breakfast?
y'all
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 it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to hoes for Easter clothes
the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the
Large niggas told me park the car, the keys
Find a and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, know I do pull it
Niggas to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my finger
You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the
and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my
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 this hustling brought a living set
Went to ? d's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two before they came out
Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the third like "why little nigga?"
please, twist the trees
Took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer
And I'm

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