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

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

I did it again
Fucked up, right? I
I know what y'all niggas yourself
Is he ever fall off?
No

A lot of
On the monies I've made, honeys I've
How is he for real? Is that really paid?
I've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a
What's the position you hold? Can you match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the
Is it back to motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth time me
Questions like Williams, harassing me
get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a to breathe? And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you have a spot?
Like you in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., with and ese's
and Cheve's, down by Pico with Frederico
I answer all your but then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you to know? 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 they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas still be dying for
But I hate when a nigga sit back, yours
Young blood you get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applying the
Shoot up the block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Ross
I'm the and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild on the V
I got mouths to feed they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No
Started from the crack game and so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the
On MTV, em how I sold D
And to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out
Picked the mailbox lock 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, this