Luyện nghe bài hát HARD TIMEZ

(Fuck all you hoes) Get a motherfucker.

Yeah, this album is 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 of that called the police on
me when I was tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the in the struggle, you know what 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
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley
I let my tape rock my tape popped
weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black
With the hat to
Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop 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 when I used to eat sardines for
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid
Funkmaster Flex, Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I
the crib, same number 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 hold you down, for the stars
You had a go, but not that
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and

Verse

I made the from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk my peeps all day
Spread love, the Brooklyn way
The Moet and keep me pissy
Girls used to me
Now write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter toast
From the Mississippi down to the coast
Condos in Queens, for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Smalls speak
Livin' without fear
5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high
Stereotypes of a black male
And it's still all

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

Three:

Super Nintendo, Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture
50 inch screen, money leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine a chauffeur
Phone about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles
And my whole crew is
Celebratin' every day, no more public
Thinkin' back on my shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her
And she to show me off, of course
every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the dissed us
No heat, wonder why missed us
was the worst days
Now we sip when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I the life 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,