Luyện nghe bài hát Intro-a Million And One Questions-rhyme No More

Somebody's me closer to the ground
I panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that
In of that crowd
And showed who was who, and what was what
Man look at these
I ain't no rapper, I'm a
It just so that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

I did it again
up, right? I know
I know what niggas asking yourself
Is he gonna ever off?
No

A lot of
On the I've made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really
Hustlers I've met or, dealt with
Is it he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
the position you hold? Can you really match
A platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth askin me
like Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really a spot?
Like you in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and
and Cheve's, down by Pico with Frederico
I answer all your questions but y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to blow!

y'all, uh
Know my

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My flow expose that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, yours
Young blood you get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be to riding the iron horse
And listen to the rappers, they dying to floss
I to be O.T., applying the force
Shoot up the whole block, the iron I toss
Come back with the click Diana Ross
I'm the and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild on the V
I got mouths to feed till put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying I was Cochise
read 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
Started from the game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, the old-G
On MTV, em how I sold D
And used to work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, out coldies
Picked the lock cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back on

Jigga, uh-huh,
Roc-A-Fella
Uhh, this