Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back
Lay down, lay
stretch my mic out in ponce funeral home on marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers,
not the last
Bleek's gonna be a rapper
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 the shots
The bar's
Where we going to for
y'all
Okay, I'm reloaded!

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of signs 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 nigga
Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter
the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to the keys
niggas told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a and creep to mickey d's
gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas trying to me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my ring
You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the
Johnson and for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting kill you dead
One week of this hustling a living room set
Went to ? d's, mad, veins out
the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little
bitch from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees
Took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer
And I'm

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