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

Somebody's pulling me closer to the
I panicked, I been here before
like only yesterday 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 ain't no rapper, I'm a
It just so happens that I how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

I did it again
Fucked up, I know
I know what niggas asking yourself
Is he ever fall off?
No

A lot of
On the monies made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really
I've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a
the position you hold? Can you really match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging 11 for an O
For the millionth askin me
like Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in minute you leave
While I'm looking at my ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what
you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico with
I answer all your questions but then 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, bout no more
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My flow holes that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas 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 to riding the iron horse
And don't to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I
Come back with the 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 they put on me
And kiss my cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was No Leaks'
Started from the crack game and so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I D
And to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out
Picked the mailbox lock I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm it's on

Jigga, uh-huh,
y'all
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