Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Back

I do this for tha block, I do for the hood
I do for tha streets '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 in tha game seventeen, real loud
Only thang on my mind, make my proud
Started rockin' crowds, gettin' dope shows
And as tha fame rolls then came the

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I guess one come tha other
So here I go, I'm a rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain that
So where I gotta sign? 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'
say that's how it is when ya live like a boss

You see, I on my grind for some time
And tha streets thought a 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

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

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

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

Just true, my nigga and do you?
And, another, tryin' to tell 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, 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 grind for some
And tha streets thought a 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