Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

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

Can't go with me on this ride
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 it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese for Easter clothes
the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the
Find a hoodrat and creep to d's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do it
trying 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 seen Bing, he got dropped between us
is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who 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 in these streets
From sundown to sunup on
Mama said bullshitting they'll kill you dead
One of this hustling brought a living room set
Went to ? d's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two before they came out
Flashy, fly little
Nosy from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the
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"