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 before
Seems like only when I got up on that stage
In front of crowd
And showed them who was who, and was what
Man look at these
I ain't no rapper, I'm a
It just so happens that I how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

I did it niggas
up, right? I know
I know what y'all niggas asking
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 paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a
What's the position you hold? Can you match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single gold?
Roc-A-Fella fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth time me
like Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get upset when I feelings
Can I get a to breathe? And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a
you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A., Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by with Frederico
I answer all questions but then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to 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 find in
Wasn't for me, niggas still be for whores
But I hate when a sit back, admiring yours
Young blood you better get that, we frying
Niggaz don't want to be to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers, they dying to
I to be O.T., applying the force
up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild on the V
I got mouths to feed they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was No Leaks'
from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I D
And used to back work up out of 4-B
Me and my homie, out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock cause I have 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