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

Somebody's me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked, I here before
Seems like only yesterday I got up on that stage
In front of crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was
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 niggas
Fucked up, right? I
I know what y'all niggas asking
Is he gonna fall off?
No

A lot of
On the monies I've made, honeys I've
How is he for real? Is nigga really paid?
Hustlers met or, dealt with direct
Is it he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you really
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single 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 Williams, harassing me
Then get upset when I catch
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that you leave
While I'm at my Rol' ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really a spot?
you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and
and Cheve's, down by Pico 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, bout no more
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My flow expose that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas be dying for whores
But I when a nigga sit back, admiring yours
Young blood you get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I
Come with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild on the V
I got mouths to till they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying I was Cochise
Tombstone 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
Started 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 back up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, out coldies
Picked the mailbox 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