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 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
Bleek's be a good rapper
New, Jay-Z
I
I'm
Ain't 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 to for breakfast?
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 your lil nigga bleek
to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes
the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, the keys
Find a and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas I do pull it
Niggas to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I dutchies with my ring finger
You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, 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 trying to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
From sundown to sunup on
Mama said keep they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustling a living room set
Went to ? d's, niggas mad, out
the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the third floor like "why nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees
a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer
And I'm

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