Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world bring me back again
Lay down, lay
stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral home on Marcy
All those new niggaz stop
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, maybe not the last
Bleek's be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I honest
Can't go me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

the drama, tryin' to come up in the game

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

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter

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

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

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

I go to sleep 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 in these streets
From sundown to sunup on

said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead"
One week of this brought a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, mad, veins out
the Jordans, two weeks before they came out

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

Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the