Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't bring me back
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in funeral home on Marcy
All those new niggaz there
But a lot later than a whole gang of thought
The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the
gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to me around
big, I tried honest
Can't go with me on this ride
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

the drama, tryin' to come up in the game

Had a couple of signs to my name
Roc a y'all
One of the
for my day to come
Just me the word

Nah, ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to geese for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those with twenty eight
On a come up, tryin' to the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, the keys
Find a and creep to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, know I do pull it
Niggaz tryin' to me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring

You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the Johnson and Johnson
For the nonsense who it?

I go to sleep with a of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to come up on
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
From to sunup on y'all

said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead"
One week of this brought a livin' room set
to Tom D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before came out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the third like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees, took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer and I'm

for my day to come
Just give me the