Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Back

I do this for tha block, I do this for the
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 'cause tha Gs show me

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

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

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

You see, I been on my 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

A boss, got nothin' to lose
shinin' in the game, got nothin' to prove
Got independent, didn't 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, you rappers, y'all fake to me
I don't, you niggas, y'all snakes to me

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

But I one come with tha other
So here I go, I'm a writin' rap
I'm too blessed to complain that
So where I gotta sign? Take ya
'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 been on my for some time
And tha streets thought a nigga off
(Hell no, nigga)
But if I not to rhyme, no more 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 sold gold
And niggas lookin' at me like I my soul

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

Still tippin' wasn't toppin', three just dropped
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

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

I pour up a cup, fill the with cud
And fire it up so I can my thoughts
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 not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a be well off 'cause, bitch, I'm back