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

Somebody's pulling me to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here
Seems like only yesterday I got up on that stage
In front of crowd
And them who was who, and what was what
Man look at suckers
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 y'all niggas asking
Is he gonna ever 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 he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
the position you hold? Can you really match
A triple artist buck by buck by only 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 askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, me
Then get upset I catch 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 really have a
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what
What you in L.A., with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico Frederico
I all your questions 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 holes that they find in
Wasn't for me, niggas be dying for whores
But I hate a nigga sit back, admiring yours
Young you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the 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 with the playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how gonna be
the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till put flowers on me
And my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
read 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
Started from the game 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, out coldies
the mailbox lock cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz 'Sophie'
I went low key, but now I'm back it's on

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