Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the world bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in ponce funeral on marcy
All those new stop there
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The of the real hustlers, well
Maybe not the
Bleek's gonna be a good
New, improved
I
I'm
enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I

Can't go with me on this though
I'm calling the
The bar's
Where we going to for
Roc-a-fella
Okay, I'm reloaded!

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of dollar to my name"
"Roc-a-fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just me the word"

Nah this ain't jigga it's your lil bleek
Reporting to these live from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I for all those
twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the
Find a hoodrat and creep to d's
gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas trying to kill me dog, who
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my ring
You find a bitch don't be cream, bring her
Last seen Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who it?
I go to sleep a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in streets
From to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll you dead
One week of this hustling brought a room set
Went to ? d's, niggas mad, out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they out
Flashy, fly nigga
bitch from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the
Took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like
And I'm

"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just me the word"