Luyện nghe bài hát The Way (Intro)

I said..fuck em all, em all
Ya'll done a good guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've been your till the end bitch
Guess there ain't no friends in shit bidness
Just a bunch of in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the bowl without my tissue
These bitches shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same that diss you
Eww, you niggas me
And they ain't talkin bout shit unless discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I
Or how I walked in this game no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still
We here
What does this break dude?..It's still
And dude talk, New York
I was runnin the city you was learnin 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 wouldnt've happened for ya
So I my case
I'm a rappin
That's unless you wanna bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, mad bitches
No words, I describe em with letters
They as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the passenger of V
ride double R, smell like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a G
Fly as hell, shades wire
On E, sippin P.J., high as
And please don't even talk swag
I'm cool and
A with perspective
I'm far from typical my respect is reciprocal
I came up
You still on the pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets
They watch what I do, so they know to do
Lil money never told big money to do
Money talks, if u guapanese
A language better known if you cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that Rosetta Stone
And way you can holla bout a dolla
I em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler
Come at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
You'll end up down tryna holla at Koalas
I keep that nine on me, ala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on
I feel like Neno lettin em rock off the colla
Somebody tell me something, the fuck happened?
Somebody to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the
Kingpins is snitchin shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you back after you Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella him
The king of New York die while I cabbed him
No way
When I spot a 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 is called My day
So its my say, my K
I'm thru