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 your friend till the end bitch
Guess ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the bidness
But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my
These bitches talk shit out the same they kiss you
These niggas ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you disgust me
And they ain't bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's about how, I'm killin errything I touches
Or how I walked in this game no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs Jay
And I'm still
We here
What does this dude?..It's still here
And dude talk, New York
I was runnin the city you was learnin to walk
So I watched you take they first steps
And I was for ya, daddy was clappin for ya
But, for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my
I'm a lawyer
That's unless you talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, mad bitches
No words, I describe em letters best
They as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They it G, they sweet as T
good in the passenger seat of V
They ride double R, smell like C
The are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades cell
On E, P.J., high as hell
And please don't talk about swag
I'm cool and
A with perspective
I'm far from being typical my respect is
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 lookin
They watch what I do, so they know to do
Lil money never big money what to do
Money talks, if u speak
A language better known if you gettin 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 like a
Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at
You'll end up down tryna holla at Koalas
I keep nine on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the on Impala
I feel like Neno lettin em rock off the colla
Somebody me something, What the fuck happened?
Somebody talk to me, rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the
Kingpins is snitchin shit is not lookey
So new friends unless they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you after you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own stabbed him
The king of New die while I yellow cabbed him
No way
When I spot a hater him like a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me
Yeah I 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