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

Somebody's pulling me to the ground
I panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday I got up on that stage
In front of that
And showed 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 niggas
Fucked up, I know
I know what 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 real? Is that nigga really
Hustlers I've met or, with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and with a tech?
What's the position you Can you really match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the
Is it back to charging 11 for an O
For the millionth time me
Questions like Wendy Williams, me
Then get upset when I feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you
While I'm looking at my ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you have a spot?
Like you said in or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., with and ese's
and Cheve's, down by Pico with Frederico
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

can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas still be for whores
But I when a nigga sit back, admiring yours
Young blood you get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron
And listen to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applying the
up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the click Diana Ross
I'm the and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, miles on the V
I got mouths to till they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was
Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No
Started from the crack game and then so
it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G
On MTV, em how I sold D
And used to back 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 Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back on

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