Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna my mic out in Ponce funeral home on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me
Sorry big, I honest
Can't go with me on this though
I'm callin' the shots, the closin'
Where we goin' to for
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a couple of dollar to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
for my day to come
Just give me the

Nah, this Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to motherfuckers live from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those with eight grams
On a up, tryin' to creep the keys
niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a and creep to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, know I do pull it
Niggaz to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring

You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the nonsense who it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
From to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word