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 ain't no friends in this bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the bidness
But they won't flush me down the bowl without my tissue
These bitches shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you niggas me
And ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me
talk 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 from Jay
And I'm still
We still
does this break dude?..It's still here
And dude talk, New York
When I was runnin the city you was learnin to
So I watched you take 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 my case
I'm a lawyer
That's unless you wanna bad bitches
Section of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
No words, I em with letters best
They pretty as can be, curvy as the "S"
They keep it G, they as T
Look good in the passenger of V
They ride double R, smell double C
The are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, wire cell
On E, sippin P.J., high as
And don't even talk about swag
I'm cool and
A Fool perspective
I'm far from typical my respect is reciprocal
I already 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
They watch what I do, so they know to do
Lil money told 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 that way you can 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 nine on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the on Impala
I feel like lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody me something, What the fuck happened?
talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not
So fuck new friends they stay solo
Cuz who watch you back after you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella 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 but Im'ma do it my way
The new day of the week is My day
So its my say, my K
I'm thru