Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce home on Marcy
All those new stop there
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to me around
Sorry big, I tried
go with me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the closin'
Where we goin' to for
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the

Had a of dollar signs to my name
Roc a y'all
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga
Reportin' to these live from the street
Game I those, my mind so advanced
At I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes

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

First gun two bullets, know I do pull it
tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the PJ's
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 dropped us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and
For the who wants it?

I go to sleep with a of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, why I hustle in these streets
From sundown to on y'all

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

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

for my day to come
Just me the word