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

Somebody's pulling me closer to the
I panicked, I been here before
Seems like yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that
And showed them who was who, and was what
Man look at suckers
I no rapper, I'm a hustler
It so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

I did it niggas
Fucked up, right? I
I know what y'all asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall
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?
What's the you hold? Can you really match
A triple platinum buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're out in the cold
Is it to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth askin me
Questions Wendy Williams, harassing me
get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a
Like you said in or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., with and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by with Frederico
I answer all questions but then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to blow!

y'all, uh
Know my

Motherfuckers rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that they find in
Wasn't for me, still be dying for whores
But I when a nigga sit back, admiring yours
Young you better get that, we frying baccars
don't want to be confined 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 block, then the iron I toss
Come back the click playing 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 they put on me
And my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the
On MTV, telling em how I D
And used to work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, out coldies
Picked the mailbox cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back on

Jigga, uh-huh,
y'all
Uhh, feel