Luyện nghe bài hát HARD TIMEZ

(Fuck all you hoes) Get a motherfucker.

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

Uh-ha, all good baby bay-bee, uh

Verse

It was all a
I used to Word Up magazine
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my
Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape
weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and lumberjack
With the hat to
Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the Trade
Born sinner, the of a winner
when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid
Funkmaster Flex, Starsky
I'm blowin' up you thought I would
Call the crib, same same hood
all good

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

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

Verse

I made the change from a common
To up close and with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I skunk with my peeps all day
love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize me pissy
Girls used to me
Now they write letters 'cause miss me
I never thought it could happen, rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and
Now honies play me close like played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east
in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Smalls speak
Livin' life fear
Puttin' 5 in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, by the pool
Considered a fool I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black misunderstood
And it's all good

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

Three:

Super Nintendo, Genesis
I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather
Got two rides, a limousine a chauffeur
bill about two G's flat
No to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public
Thinkin' back on my one-room
Now my mom a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to me off, of course
Smiles every my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord us
No heat, wonder why Christmas us
Birthdays was the days
Now we sip when we thirst-ay
Uh, right I like the life I live
'Cause I from 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,