Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Back

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

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

Then tha clothes, then came 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, fill the swissa cud
And fire it up so I can my thoughts
Mo' money, mo'
They say that's how it is when ya live like a

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

A born boss, got to lose
Still shinin' in the game, got to prove
Got rich independent, didn't need no
Had paper before I signed, didn't no meals

Got on tha side, I ain't 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, you niggas, y'all snakes to me

I care 'bout fame fuck bein' a star
Let dem take all the pictures, just his car
Then gimme his and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit jot my name

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

I up a cup, fill 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 like a

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

They say tha will hit, so fuck it
I'm a go an' a hundred for tha public
I already platinum but it only sold gold
And niggas lookin' at me like I sold my

I'm rappin' with D and not mista Lee
But when ya on ya grind, sometimes ya see
Before Mike came and Paul was
I was at tryin' to find ma mind

Still tippin' wasn't toppin', three kings just
And I'm a underground artist to get on top
So I to my label, playin' to break [Incomprehensible]
And learned a whole game from that

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

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

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