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 'cause tha Gs show me

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

Then came tha clothes, came 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, fill the with cud
And fire it up so I can my thoughts
Mo' money, mo'
They say that's how it is when ya live like a

You see, I been on my grind for time
And tha streets thought a nigga off
(Hell no, nigga)
But if I not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a be well off 'cause, bitch, I'm back

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

Got hustles on tha side, I 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, with you niggas, snakes to me

I don't '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 guess one come tha other
So I go, I'm a writin' rap hustla
I'm too to complain about that
So where I gotta sign? Take ya
'Cause, bitch, I'm

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 when ya 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 more
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 already platinum but it only sold
And niggas lookin' at me I sold my soul

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

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

Just stay true, my and do you?
And, what another, tryin' to you to do
Continue to spit facts, you can bump in them
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 my thoughts
Mo' money, mo'
They say how it is when ya live like a boss

You see, I been on my grind for 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