Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

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

I quit, I'm
enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on this though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, to come up in the game

Had a of dollar signs to my name
Roc a y'all
One of the
for my day to come
Just give me the

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

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

gun two bullets, niggaz 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 finger

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

I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
sundown to sunup on y'all

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

Flashy, fly little
Nosy from the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, a long 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