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

Somebody's pulling me closer to the
I ain't panicked, I been before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that
In front of crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was
Man look at these
I no rapper, I'm a hustler
It so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!

I did it niggas
Fucked up, right? I
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 Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt with
Is it he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you really
A triple platinum artist by buck by only a single goin gold?
ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging 11 for an O
For the millionth askin me
Questions Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my
Uh, nice watch, do you have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what
What you doing in L.A., Filipinos and ese's
and Cheve's, down by Pico with Frederico
I answer all 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

can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My expose holes that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas still be dying for
But I when a nigga sit back, admiring yours
blood you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers, dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applying the
Shoot up the whole block, then the I toss
Come back with the click playing Ross
I'm the and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till they put on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was No Leaks'
Started from the game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the
On MTV, telling em how I D
And used to work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the when Jaz made 'Sophie'
I went low key, but now I'm back it's on

Jigga, uh-huh,
Roc-A-Fella
Uhh, this