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 streets me good
I do it for tha hustlas, I do it for tha
I do it for the Gs 'cause tha Gs show me

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

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

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

You see, I been on my grind for some
And tha thought a nigga 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 else fails, I still got tha
I don't, you rappers, y'all fake to me
I don't, with you niggas, snakes to me

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

But I guess one come tha other
So I go, I'm a writin' rap hustla
I'm too to complain about that
So where I gotta Take ya pictures
'Cause, bitch, I'm

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

You see, I on my grind for some time
And tha streets a nigga fell off
(Hell no, nigga)
But if I not to rhyme, no more rhymes
I'm a still be 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 dropped 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 and Paul was signed
I was at interscope tryin' to ma mind

tippin' wasn't toppin', three kings just dropped
And I'm a underground artist to get on top
So I listened to my label, playin' to [Incomprehensible]
And learned a whole game from that

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

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

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