Luyện nghe bài hát The Way (Intro)

I said..fuck em all, em all
Ya'll done turned a good guy into a doll
I would've been friend till the end bitch
there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl my tissue
These talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you disgust me
And they ain't talkin bout shit unless discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I
Or how I in this game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from and no rocs from Jay
And I'm here
We still
does this break dude?..It's still here
And talk, concernin New York
When I was runnin the city you was learnin to
So I watched you take they first steps
And I was happy for ya, was clappin for ya
But, for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I my case
I'm a rappin
unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad
No words, I describe em with best
They as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
keep it G, they sweet as T
Look in the passenger seat of V
They ride double R, smell like C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a G
Fly as hell, shades cell
On E, P.J., high as hell
And don't even talk about swag
I'm and collective
A with perspective
I'm far from being my respect is reciprocal
I came up
You still on the zipper
And I would say my is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin, I got the lookin
They watch what I do, so they what to do
Lil money told big money what to do
talks, if u speak guapanese
A language better known if you gettin holmes
If not get a loan, use that Rosetta Stone
And that way you can holla a dolla
I hear em broke, they holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, dont at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at
I keep that on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on
I feel Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody me something, What the fuck happened?
Somebody to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the
Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not
So fuck new friends unless stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you back you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella him
The king of New York die while I cabbed him
No way
When I a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me
I keep it gangsta but Im'ma do it my way
The new day of the week is My day
So its my say, my K
I'm talkin