Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Back

I do for tha block, I do this for the hood
I do this for tha streets 'cause the streets me good
I do it for tha hustlas, I do it for tha
I do it for the Gs 'cause tha Gs show me

I came in tha seventeen, real loud
Only thang on my mind, my momma proud
Started rockin' crowds, gettin' dope from
And as tha fame rolls then came the

Then came tha clothes, then the cars
thang I know, I'm a ghetto supastar
So here come tha haters, by tha packs
But neva them 'cause a, bitch, I'm back

I pour up a cup, the swissa with cud
And fire it up so I can my thoughts
Mo' money, mo'
They say that's how it is when ya live a boss

You see, I been on my grind for time
And tha streets a nigga fell off
(Hell no, nigga)
But if I not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a still be off 'cause, bitch, I'm back

A boss, got nothin' to lose
Still in the game, got nothin' to prove
Got rich independent, need no deal
Had paper before I signed, need no meals

Got hustles on tha side, I got to rap
And if all fails, I still got tha trap
I don't, you rappers, y'all fake to me
I don't, with you niggas, snakes to me

I don't care 'bout fame fuck bein' a
Let dem take all the pictures, gimme his car
Then gimme his house and his watch and
On tha bank account, cards jot my name

But I guess one come with tha
So I go, I'm a writin' rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain that
So where I gotta sign? ya pictures
'Cause, bitch, I'm

I pour up a cup, the swissa with cud
And it up so I can gatha my thoughts
Mo' money, mo'
They say that's how it is when ya like a boss

You see, I been on my grind for time
And tha streets thought a fell off
(Hell no, nigga)
But if I decide not to rhyme, no rhymes
I'm a still be off 'cause, bitch, I'm back

They say tha truth will hit, so it
I'm a go an' keep a for tha public
I dropped already but it only sold gold
And niggas lookin' at me I sold my soul

'Cause I'm with D and not mista Lee
But when ya on ya grind, ya can't see
Before came and Paul was signed
I was at interscope tryin' to find ma

Still tippin' wasn't toppin', three kings dropped
And I'm a underground tryin' to get on top
So I listened to my label, playin' to break
And learned a whole lotta game that

stay true, my nigga and do you?
And, another, tryin' to tell you to do
Continue to spit facts, you can in them lacs
And oh, yeah, this a Lee
Bitch, I'm

I pour up a cup, fill the swissa cud
And fire it up so I can gatha my
Mo' money, mo'
They say that's how it is when ya like a boss

You see, I been on my for some time
And tha streets a nigga fell off
(Hell no, nigga)
But if I not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off 'cause, bitch, I'm