Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

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

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to me around
big, I tried honest
Can't go with me on this ride
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we goin' to for
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

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

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

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

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

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

You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped us
Shit is constant, why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the nonsense who 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 hustle in streets
From sundown to sunup on

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

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

Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the