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 no friends in this shit bidness
a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the toilet without my tissue
bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that you
Eww, you disgust me
And they ain't talkin bout shit they discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm killin I touches
Or how I walked in game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm here
We here
What does this break dude?..It's still
And talk, concernin New York
When I was runnin the you was learnin to walk
So I watched you niggas take they steps
And I was for ya, daddy was clappin for ya
But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've for ya
So I my case
I'm a lawyer
That's unless you wanna talk bad
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad
No words, I em with letters best
They pretty as can be, as the letter "S"
They keep it G, they as T
Look good in the seat of V
They ride double R, smell double C
The are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire
On E, sippin P.J., as hell
And please even talk about swag
I'm and collective
A with perspective
I'm far from being typical my is reciprocal
I came up
You still on the pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets
I keep the watchin, I got the streets lookin
They watch what I do, so know what to do
Lil money never told big money to do
Money talks, if u speak
A language better known if you gettin cheddar
If not get a loan, use that Rosetta Stone
And that way you can bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at
end up down under tryna holla at Koalas
I keep that on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it like the drolics on Impala
I feel like Neno lettin em rock off the colla
Somebody tell me something, What the happened?
Somebody talk to me, rappin
infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not
So new friends unless they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you back after you kill
Isn't it ironic Santana's own stabbed him
The king of New York die while I cabbed him
No way
When I spot a hater drop him 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