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 show me

I came in tha game seventeen, loud
Only thang on my mind, make my momma
Started rockin' crowds, dope from shows
And as tha rolls then came the hoes

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 gatha my
Mo' money, mo'
They say that's how it is when ya live a boss

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

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

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

I don't 'bout fame fuck bein' a star
Let dem all the pictures, just gimme his car
Then gimme his house and his and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my

But I guess one with tha other
So I go, I'm a writin' rap hustla
I'm too to complain 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 how it is when ya live like a boss

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

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

'Cause I'm with D and not mista Lee
But when ya on ya grind, sometimes ya see
Before Mike and Paul was signed
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 listened to my label, playin' to break
And a whole lotta game from that

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

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

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