Luyện nghe bài hát HARD TIMEZ

(Fuck all you hoes) Get a motherfucker.

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived the
buildings I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uh-ha, it's all baby bay-bee, uh

One:

It was all a
I to read Word Up magazine
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my
Every Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on stock
Way back, when I had the red and lumberjack
With the hat to
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha,
You thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World
Born sinner, the opposite of a
when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid
Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same same hood
It's all

Uh, and if you know, now you know, nigga, uh

You know well who you are
Don't let em you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that
'cause you're the only one I'll you good and plenty

Verse

I made the from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the way
The Moet and keep me pissy
Girls to diss me
Now write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and
Now honies play me close butter played toast
From the Mississippi to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for
Sold out seats to Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the
Considered a fool I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a male misunderstood
And it's still all

Uh...and if you know, now you know, nigga

Three:

Super Nintendo, Sega
When I was dead broke, man I picture this
50 inch screen, green leather sofa
Got two rides, a with a chauffeur
Phone about two G's flat
No to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is
every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' minks on her back
And she to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The
We used to fuss when the dissed us
No heat, why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst
Now we sip when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the I live
'Cause I went negative to positive
And all...

(It's all good)

...and if you know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know,
Uh...and if you know, now you know, nigga, uh

B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah,