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
there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Just a of assholes in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my
These bitches talk out the same mouth they kiss you
These kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you disgust me
And they ain't talkin bout shit they 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 Cash Money Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still
We still
What this break dude?..It's still here
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, daddy was for ya
But, for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my
I'm a lawyer
That's you wanna talk bad bitches
full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
No words, I describe em with letters
They as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They keep it G, they as T
good in the passenger seat of V
They double R, smell like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a G
Fly as hell, shades wire
On E, P.J., high as hell
And please don't even talk about
I'm cool and
A Fool with
I'm far from being typical my is reciprocal
I came up
You still on the pull
And I say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin
watch what I do, so they know what to do
Lil money never told big what to do
Money talks, if u guapanese
A better known if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use like Rosetta Stone
And that way you can holla a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they holla a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at
end up down under tryna holla at Koalas
I keep that nine on me, ala
We can get it jumpin like the on Impala
I like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody me something, What the fuck happened?
Somebody to me, muthafuck rappin
infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin that is not lookey
So new friends unless they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you after you kill Manolo?
it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him
The king of New York die I yellow cabbed him
No way
When I spot a hater 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 thru