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

I did it niggas
Fucked up, I know
I know what y'all asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall
No

A lot of
On the monies I've made, honeys I've
How is he for Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept a tech?
What's the position you Can you really match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're out in the cold
Is it to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the time askin me
like Wendy Williams, harassing me
Then get upset I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that you leave
I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a
Like you said in or Foe and if so, what block?
you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico Frederico
I all your 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

Motherfuckers rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Til I'm no more, I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that they in yours
Wasn't for me, niggas still be dying for
But I when 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 don't listen to the rappers, they dying to
I used to be O.T., the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the I toss
Come back with the click playing Ross
I'm the boss and this is how it's be
the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got to feed till they put flowers on me
And kiss my cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No
Started from the crack game and so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the
On MTV, em how I sold D
And used to work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, out coldies
the mailbox lock 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,
Roc-A-Fella
Uhh, feel