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 my mic out in Ponce funeral home on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a whole of people thought
The last of the hustlers, well maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on this though
I'm callin' the shots, the closin'
Where we goin' to for
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a of dollar signs to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word

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

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

First gun two bullets, niggaz I do pull it
tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my finger

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

I go to sleep with a picture of a on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in streets
From sundown to on y'all

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

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

Waitin' for my day to
give me the word