Luyện nghe bài hát The Way (Intro)

I said..fuck em all, em all
Ya'll done turned a good guy a Chuckie doll
I would've been your till the end bitch
Guess ain't no friends in this shit bidness
a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they you
These niggas kiss ass with the same that diss you
Eww, you niggas me
And they ain't bout shit unless 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 from and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still
We here
What does this break dude?..It's still
And dude talk, New York
When I was runnin the you was learnin to walk
So I watched you take they first steps
And I was happy for ya, was clappin for ya
But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've for ya
So I rest my
I'm a rappin
That's unless you wanna talk bad
full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
No words, I em with letters best
pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They keep it G, they as T
Look 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, wire cell
On E, sippin P.J., high as
And please don't even talk about
I'm and collective
A Fool with
I'm far being typical my respect is reciprocal
I already up
You on the zipper pull
And I would say my is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the watchin, I got the streets lookin
They watch what I do, so they know to do
Lil money never told big money to do
talks, if u speak guapanese
A language better if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use like Rosetta Stone
And that way you can bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a
Come holla at yo gualla, dont at sovallas
You'll end up under tryna holla at Koalas
I keep that nine on me, ala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on
I feel like lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, the fuck happened?
talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the
Kingpins is snitchin that is not lookey
So fuck new unless they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you back you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella him
The king of New York die while I yellow him
No way
When I spot a hater drop him a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me
Yeah I 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