Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Back

I do this for tha block, I do this for the
I do this for tha streets 'cause the keep me good
I do it for tha hustlas, I do it for tha
I do it for the Gs tha Gs show me love

I came in tha game seventeen, real
Only thang on my mind, make my momma
Started rockin' crowds, dope from shows
And as tha fame rolls then came the

Then came tha clothes, then came the
Next thang I know, I'm a ghetto
So here tha haters, travelin' by tha packs
But neva them 'cause a, bitch, I'm back

I pour up a cup, the swissa with cud
And fire it up so I can my thoughts
Mo' money, mo'
They say that's how it is when ya live like a

You see, I been on my grind for some
And tha streets thought a fell off
(Hell no, nigga)
But if I not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a still be well off 'cause, bitch, I'm

A boss, got nothin' to lose
Still shinin' in the game, got nothin' to
Got rich independent, need no deal
Had paper I signed, didn't need no meals

Got on tha side, I ain't got to rap
And if all fails, I still got tha trap
I don't, with you rappers, y'all to me
I don't, you niggas, y'all snakes to me

I don't 'bout fame fuck bein' a star
Let dem all the pictures, just gimme his car
Then his house and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my

But I guess one with tha other
So here I go, I'm a rap hustla
I'm too blessed to about that
So where I sign? Take ya pictures
'Cause, bitch, I'm

I up a cup, fill the swissa with cud
And fire it up so I can my thoughts
Mo' money, mo'
They say that's how it is when ya live a boss

You see, I been on my grind for time
And tha streets thought a fell off
(Hell no, nigga)
But if I decide not to rhyme, no more
I'm a be well off 'cause, bitch, I'm back

They say tha truth hit, so fuck it
I'm a go an' a hundred for tha public
I already platinum but it only sold gold
And niggas at me like I sold my soul

'Cause I'm rappin' with D and not Lee
But ya on ya grind, sometimes ya can't see
Before Mike came and Paul was
I was at tryin' to find ma mind

Still tippin' wasn't toppin', three kings dropped
And I'm a underground tryin' to get on top
So I listened to my label, playin' to break
And learned a whole game from that

Just stay true, my nigga and do
And, another, tryin' to tell you to do
Continue to spit facts, you can bump in them
And oh, yeah, a Lee track
Bitch, I'm

I pour up a cup, fill the swissa cud
And fire it up so I can gatha my
Mo' money, mo'
They say how it is when ya live like a boss

You see, I on my grind for some time
And tha streets thought a fell off
(Hell no, nigga)
But if I decide not to rhyme, no rhymes
I'm a still be off 'cause, bitch, I'm back