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 been your friend till the end bitch
Guess ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the shit
But they flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the same they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth diss you
Eww, you niggas me
And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they me
talk about how, I'm killin errything I touches
Or how I in this game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash from Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm here
We still
What this break dude?..It's still here
And talk, concernin New York
When I was runnin the you was learnin to walk
So I watched you niggas they first steps
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 unless you wanna bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, mad bitches
No words, I describe em with best
They pretty as can be, as the letter "S"
keep it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the passenger of V
They ride R, smell like double C
The are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire
On E, P.J., high as hell
And please don't talk about swag
I'm and collective
A Fool with
I'm far from typical my respect is reciprocal
I came up
You still on the zipper
And I would say my is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets
They watch what I do, so they what to do
Lil money never big money what to do
talks, if u speak guapanese
A language better known if you gettin cheddar
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta
And way you can holla bout a dolla
I hear em broke, they holla like a toddler
holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at
I keep that nine on me, ala
We can get it like the drolics on Impala
I feel like Neno em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, What the happened?
talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the
is snitchin that shit is not lookey
So new friends unless they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you back you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic own fella stabbed him
The of New York die while I yellow cabbed him
No way
When I spot a hater drop him like a hot
Youahead, got me
Yeah I keep it but Im'ma do it my way
The new day of the is called My day
So its my say, my K
I'm talkin