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

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

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

A lot of
On the monies I've made, I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga paid?
Hustlers met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and with a tech?
What's the position you Can you really match
A triple platinum buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the
Is it back to charging 11 for an O
For the time askin me
Questions like Williams, harassing me
Then get when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice on my sleeve
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., with Filipinos and
and Cheve's, down by Pico with Frederico
I answer all your questions but 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 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 for whores
But I hate when a sit back, admiring yours
Young blood you better get that, we baccars
don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers, they to floss
I to be O.T., applying the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I
back with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how it's be
Burnt the turnpike, wild on the V
I got mouths to feed till put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks like I was Cochise
read 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
Started the crack game and then so sweet
it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I D
And to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock cause I ain't no key
Had the cable the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm it's on

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