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 them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these
I no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

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

A lot of
On the monies made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that really paid?
I've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the and slept with a tech?
the position you hold? Can you really match
A triple platinum artist by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the time askin me
Questions like Williams, harassing me
get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a to breathe? And in that minute you leave
I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, block?
What you doing in L.A., with and ese's
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 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 find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas be dying for whores
But I hate a nigga sit back, admiring yours
Young blood you get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to the iron horse
And listen to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., the force
Shoot up the 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 like I was Cochise
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 work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, out coldies
Picked the lock cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back on

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