Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

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

Can't go with me on this ride
I'm the shots
The closing
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 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 it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the
Find a and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do it
Niggas to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I split with my ring finger
You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, why I pack the
Johnson and for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in streets
From sundown to on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll kill you
One week of hustling brought a living room set
Went to ? d's, niggas mad, out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before came out
Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the third 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"