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 friend till the end bitch
Guess there no friends in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the bidness
But they won't flush me the toilet bowl without my tissue
These 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 bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's about how, I'm killin errything I touches
Or how I walked in 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 here
What does this dude?..It's still here
And dude talk, New York
When I was runnin the you was learnin to walk
So I watched you niggas take they first
And I was happy for ya, was clappin for ya
But, wasn't for me wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my
I'm a lawyer
That's you wanna talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad
No words, I describe em with best
pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They keep it G, sweet as T
Look in the passenger seat of V
They double R, smell like double C
The are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, wire cell
On E, sippin P.J., as hell
And please don't even talk about
I'm and collective
A Fool perspective
I'm far from typical my respect is reciprocal
I came up
You on the zipper pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets
I the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin
They what I do, so they know what to do
Lil money never told big money to do
Money talks, if u speak
A language known if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that Rosetta Stone
And that way you can bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a
holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at
I that 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 tell me something, What the fuck
Somebody talk to me, muthafuck
They 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 back after you kill
it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him
The king of New York die while I yellow him
No way
When I a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
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