Luyện nghe bài hát The Way (Intro)

I said..fuck em all, em all
Ya'll turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've been your friend 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 mouth they kiss you
niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you niggas me
And they ain't talkin shit unless they discuss me
Let's talk how, I'm killin errything I touches
Or how I walked in this with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs Jay
And I'm still
We still
What does break dude?..It's still here
And dude talk, concernin New
When I was the city 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 my case
I'm a lawyer
unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, mad bitches
No words, I describe em letters best
pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They it G, they sweet 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 please don't even talk swag
I'm cool and
A Fool with
I'm far from being typical my respect is
I already up
You still on the pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets
I keep the hood watchin, I got the lookin
They watch what I do, so they what to do
Lil money told big money what to do
Money talks, if u speak
A language better known if you gettin cheddar
If not get a loan, use that like Stone
And that way you can holla bout a
I em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, holla at sovallas
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 feel like Neno lettin em rock off the colla
Somebody tell me something, What the happened?
talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They 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' watch you back after you kill
Isn't it ironic Santana's own stabbed him
The of New York die while I yellow cabbed him
No way
I spot a hater drop him like 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