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 been before
Seems like only when I got up on that stage
In of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was
Man look at suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a
It just so that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

I did it again
up, right? I know
I know what y'all niggas yourself
Is he gonna fall off?
No

A lot of
On the monies I've made, I've slayed
How is he for real? Is nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, with direct
Is it true he slay the 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 left out in the cold
Is it back to motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth time me
Questions Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get upset I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in minute you leave
I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what
What you doing in L.A., Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico with
I answer all your questions but y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to 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 for whores
But I when a nigga sit back, admiring yours
Young blood you better get that, we baccars
Niggaz want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers, they to floss
I used to be O.T., the force
up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come back the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the and this is how it's gonna be
the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to till they put flowers on me
And my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the
On MTV, telling em how I D
And used to work 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 the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back on

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