Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Back

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

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

Then came tha clothes, came the cars
Next thang I know, I'm a supastar
So here tha haters, travelin' 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'
say that's how it is when ya live like a boss

You see, I been on my for some time
And tha thought 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 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, with you rappers, y'all 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, gimme his car
Then his house and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, cards jot my name

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

I up a cup, fill 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 on my grind for some 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 well off 'cause, bitch, I'm

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

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 interscope tryin' to find ma

Still tippin' toppin', three kings just dropped
And I'm a underground tryin' to get on top
So I listened to my label, playin' to [Incomprehensible]
And learned a whole lotta game that

stay true, my nigga and do you?
And, what another, tryin' to 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 with cud
And it up so I can gatha 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 not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a still be off 'cause, bitch, I'm back