Luyện nghe bài hát The Way (Intro)

I said..fuck em all, em all
Ya'll done turned a guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've been friend till the end bitch
Guess there ain't no in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the shit
But they won't flush me down the toilet without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the same mouth kiss you
These niggas kiss ass the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you disgust me
And ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm errything I touches
Or how I walked in this game no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still
We here
What does this dude?..It's still here
And talk, concernin New York
When I was runnin the city you was to walk
So I watched you niggas take they steps
And I was happy for ya, was clappin for ya
But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've for ya
So I my case
I'm a lawyer
unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
No words, I describe em letters best
They pretty as can be, as the letter "S"
keep it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the passenger of V
They ride double R, smell like C
The are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire
On E, sippin P.J., high as
And please don't even about swag
I'm cool and
A Fool with
I'm far from being typical my respect is
I already up
You still on the pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets
I keep the hood watchin, I got the lookin
watch what I do, so they know what to do
Lil never told big money what to do
Money talks, if u speak
A language known if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta
And that way you can bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they holla a toddler
Come at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
You'll end up under tryna holla at Koalas
I keep nine on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the on Impala
I feel like Neno em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, What the fuck
Somebody to me, muthafuck rappin
infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you after you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella him
The king of New York die I yellow cabbed him
No way
When I spot a hater drop him like a hot
Youahead, got me
Yeah I keep it gangsta but do it my way
The new day of the week is My day
So its my say, my K
I'm talkin