Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna my mic out in Ponce funeral home on Marcy
All those new niggaz stop
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I honest
Can't go with me on this ride
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we goin' to for
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

the drama, tryin' to come up in the game

Had a couple of dollar to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word

Nah, ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers live the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to geese for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I for all those with twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to creep the
niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do it
Niggaz to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies my ring finger

You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the Johnson and Johnson
For the who wants it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
From sundown to on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', kill you dead"
One of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word