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 front of 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 niggas
Fucked up, I know
I know what y'all niggas asking
Is he gonna fall off?
No

A lot of
On the monies made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is nigga really paid?
Hustlers met or, dealt with direct
Is it he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you really
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're out in the cold
Is it back to motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth askin me
Questions like Williams, harassing me
Then get upset when I feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you
I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, block?
What you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and
and Cheve's, down by Pico with Frederico
I answer all your questions but then 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 no more
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that find in yours
Wasn't for me, still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, yours
Young blood you better get that, we baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers, dying to floss
I used to be O.T., the force
Shoot up the block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana
I'm the boss and is how it's gonna be
the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till they put on me
And my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was No Leaks'
Started from the crack game and then so
it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I D
And used to back 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 with the when Jaz made 'Sophie'
I went low key, but now I'm back it's on

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