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 me love

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

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

I pour up a cup, 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 been on my grind for 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

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, need no meals

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

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

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

You see, I been on my grind for 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 off 'cause, bitch, I'm back

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

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

tippin' wasn't 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

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

I pour up a cup, 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 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