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

Somebody's pulling me closer to the
I ain't panicked, I here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on stage
In of that crowd
And them who was who, and what was what
Man at these suckers
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 y'all niggas asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall
No

A lot of
On the monies made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really
Hustlers I've met or, dealt direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you really
A triple platinum artist buck by by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and left out in the cold
Is it back to motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the time askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, me
Then get upset when I feelings
Can I get a to breathe? And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, block?
you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, by Pico with Frederico
I answer all questions 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 can't rhyme no more, 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 hate when a nigga sit back, yours
Young you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the horse
And don't listen to the rappers, they to floss
I to be O.T., applying the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the I toss
back with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how gonna be
the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till they put on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying I was Cochise
read 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
Started from the crack 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 mailbox lock I ain't have no key
Had the cable the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back on

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