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

Somebody's pulling me to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been before
Seems like only when I got up on that stage
In front of that
And showed them who was who, and 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 niggas
Fucked up, right? I
I know what niggas asking yourself
Is he gonna fall off?
No

A lot of
On the monies made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and with a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you really
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin
ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth askin me
Questions Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get 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, watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what
What you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico 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 no more, bout crime no more
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My expose holes that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas still be dying for
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admiring
blood you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't to be confined to riding the iron horse
And listen to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applying the
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I
Come with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and is how it's gonna be
the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No
Started the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the
On MTV, em how I sold D
And used to back work up out of 4-B
Me and my homie, started out
Picked the mailbox cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz 'Sophie'
I went low key, but now I'm back it's on

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