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 here before
Seems like yesterday when I got up on that stage
In of that crowd
And them who was who, and what was what
Man at these suckers
I no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

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

A lot of
On the monies I've made, honeys slayed
How is he for real? Is nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt direct
Is it true he slay the and slept with a tech?
What's the you hold? Can you really match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're out in the cold
Is it to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, me
Then get upset when I catch
Can I get a minute to And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really a spot?
Like you in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., with and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico with
I answer all your questions but then got to go
Now the I ask you is how bad you want to know? blow!

y'all, uh
Know my

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that they in yours
Wasn't for me, still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admiring
Young blood you get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron
And don't listen to the rappers, they dying to
I used to be O.T., the force
Shoot up the whole block, the iron I toss
Come with 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'
Started the crack game and then so sweet
it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G
On MTV, em how I sold D
And to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out
Picked the mailbox cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I low key, but now I'm back it's on

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