Luyện nghe bài hát The Prelude

You know, you've got this fantasy in your head
Gettin' outta the life and settin' the corporate on its ear
What the fuck you gonna do except
Besides pimpin', you really ain't got the for that

The game's up
Nigga's beats is bangin', nigga, hooks did it
Your lyrics did and your look did it
So I would write it if y'all get it
intricate'll get you wood
Critic on the Internet, like, You should spit it

I'm like, "You should buy it, nigga, good business"
Forget this rap shit, I a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new Russell
I say that reluctantly 'cause I do
As you see, I can't leave, so I do you

But I'm just a disguised as a rapper
In fact you fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was what these pills are, I was a star
with real cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the run

And my life, complete with real ice
VVS boulders, oh, visibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible
You see Hova wasn't yet

Steve Jobs made the iPod
Was gettin' head jobs, we call intimate
Back when rappers wouldn't dare lyrical roulette
With a weapon, I was reppin' with a tec

Fresh like Mannie be, chain anti-freeze
Shoe box of cash, dealer man, hand me ki's
Pantries of Arm & Hammer
Don't Nancy Drew to see what it do? I'm a damn G

Just sent a million through a handsfree
That's big money talk, can you me?
Before the was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, chick

Sure he's rich now he saw the shit, all this shit
That's why they call him Hov 'cause he came before all this
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter
Bought a 9 for glock work all the time

Guess who's
this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, been set
I've been through with this bullshit but I never can

I to think rappin' at 38 was ill
But last alone I grossed 38 mill'
I know I quite 38 but still
The so special, got a 38 feel
The is back