Luyện nghe bài hát HARD TIMEZ

(Fuck all you hoes) Get a motherfucker.

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

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

Verse

It was all a
I used to read Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the
Hangin' on my wall
Every Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on stock
Way back, I had the red and black lumberjack
the hat to match
Remember Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme
to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the of a winner
Remember I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Starsky
I'm blowin' up 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 many
you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

Verse

I made the change from a thief
To up close and personal with Leach
And I'm far cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the way
The Moet and keep me pissy
Girls used to me
Now they write letters 'cause miss me
I thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' and stuff
Now honies play me close like played toast
From the down to the east coast
in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to Biggie Smalls speak
life without fear
Puttin' 5 in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, by the pool
Considered a 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black misunderstood
And still all good

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

Three:

Super Nintendo, Sega
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't this
50 inch screen, money green sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a
Phone about two G's flat
No to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is
Celebratin' every day, no more housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room
Now my mom a Ac' with minks on her back
And she to show me off, of course
Smiles time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why missed us
was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we
Uh, damn right I like the life I
'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

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