Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

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

Can't go with me on ride though
I'm calling the
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 jigga it's your lil nigga bleek
to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I to geese hoes for Easter clothes
the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, the keys
Find a hoodrat and to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas I do pull it
Niggas trying to kill me dog, who
Screw Gooden, I in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies my ring finger
You find a bitch that be cream, bring 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 to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
From sundown to sunup on
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll you dead
One week of this hustling brought a living set
Went to ? d's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they out
Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the third like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, 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"