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 keep me good
I do it for tha hustlas, I do it for tha
I do it for the Gs 'cause tha Gs me love

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

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

I pour up a cup, 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 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 not to rhyme, no more rhymes
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 no deal
Had paper before I signed, didn't no meals

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

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

But I guess one come with tha
So here I go, I'm a writin' rap
I'm too to complain about that
So where I gotta Take ya pictures
'Cause, bitch, I'm

I pour up a cup, the swissa with cud
And it up so I can gatha my thoughts
Mo' money, mo'
They say 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 off 'cause, bitch, I'm back

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 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
Mike came and Paul was signed
I was at tryin' to find ma mind

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

Just stay true, my and do you?
And, another, tryin' to tell you to do
Continue to spit facts, you can in them lacs
And oh, yeah, this a Lee
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 like a

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 more
I'm a be well off 'cause, bitch, I'm back