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 front of crowd
And them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these
I ain't no rapper, I'm a
It just so that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

I did it niggas
Fucked up, right? I
I know what y'all niggas asking
Is he gonna ever fall
No

A lot of
On the monies made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt direct
Is it he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you match
A triple platinum artist buck by by only a single goin 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 askin me
Questions Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get upset I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to 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?
you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico with
I answer all your questions but then got to go
Now the I ask you is how bad you want to know? blow!

y'all, uh
Know my

can't 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, 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 the iron horse
And listen to the rappers, they dying to floss
I to be O.T., applying the force
Shoot up the whole block, the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana
I'm the boss and this is how it's 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 like I was
Tombstone 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I D
And used to back work up out of 4-B
Me and my homie, out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back on

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