Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Back

I do this for tha block, I do this for the
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
thang on my mind, make my momma proud
Started rockin' crowds, gettin' dope from
And as tha rolls then came the hoes

Then came tha clothes, then the cars
thang I know, I'm a ghetto 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 it up so I can gatha my thoughts
Mo' money, mo'
They say that's how it is ya live like a boss

You see, I been on my grind for some
And tha thought 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

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

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, y'all to me

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

But I one come with tha other
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 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 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 off 'cause, bitch, I'm back

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

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

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

Just true, my nigga and do you?
And, another, tryin' to tell you to do
Continue to facts, you can bump 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 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 not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a still be off 'cause, bitch, I'm back