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 here before
Seems only yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that
And showed who was who, and what was what
Man look at these
I ain't no rapper, I'm a
It so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

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

A lot of
On the monies I've made, honeys I've
How is he for Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a
What's the position you Can you really match
A triple platinum buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth time me
Questions like Williams, harassing me
Then get upset I catch 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, watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, block?
What you doing in L.A., Filipinos and ese's
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 rhyme no more, crime no more
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My flow expose that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas still be for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admiring
Young blood you better get that, we frying
don't want 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, the iron I toss
Come back with the playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No
Started from the crack game and then so
Freaked it to the rap game, the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I D
And used to work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out
Picked the lock cause I ain't have no key
Had the with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back on

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