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 here
Seems like only yesterday I got up on that stage
In front of that
And them who was who, and what 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 again
Fucked up, I know
I know what niggas asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall
No

A lot of
On the monies I've made, honeys I've
How is he for Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt with
Is it true he slay the and slept with a tech?
the position you hold? Can you really match
A triple platinum artist buck by by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're out in the cold
Is it back to charging 11 for an O
For the millionth time me
Questions like Williams, harassing me
get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my
Uh, nice watch, do you really a spot?
Like you said in or Foe and if so, what block?
you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by with Frederico
I answer all your 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, 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 to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers, they to floss
I used to be O.T., applying the
Shoot up the whole block, then the I toss
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 put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No
Started from the crack and then so sweet
it to the rap game, Jigga 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 mailbox lock cause I ain't no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made
Then I went low key, but now I'm it's on

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