Luyện nghe bài hát The Way (Intro)

I said..fuck em all, em all
Ya'll done turned a guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've been your friend the end bitch
Guess there ain't no in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the bowl without my tissue
bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you disgust me
And they talkin bout shit unless 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 from Baby and no rocs Jay
And I'm here
We here
What does this break dude?..It's here
And dude talk, concernin New
When I was runnin the city you was learnin to
So I watched you take they first steps
And I was for ya, daddy was clappin for ya
But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've for ya
So I my case
I'm a lawyer
That's unless you wanna bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad
No words, I describe em with best
They pretty as can be, as the letter "S"
They it G, they sweet as T
good 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, shades cell
On E, P.J., high as hell
And don't even talk about swag
I'm and collective
A Fool with
I'm far from being typical my respect is
I came up
You still on the zipper
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets
I keep the hood watchin, I got the lookin
They watch I do, so they know what to do
Lil money never told big what to do
Money talks, if u speak
A language better known if you cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta
And that way you can bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they like a toddler
holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at
I keep that on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin the drolics on Impala
I feel like lettin em rock wallas off the colla
tell me something, What the fuck happened?
Somebody talk to me, muthafuck
infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends unless they solo
Cuz who gon' 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 drop him a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me
Yeah I it gangsta but Im'ma do it my way
The new day of the week is My day
So its my say, my K
I'm talkin