Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

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

I quit, I'm
Ain't money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

the drama, tryin' to come up in the game

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

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers live from the
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I to geese hoes for Easter clothes

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

First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do it
Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who
Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies my ring finger

You find a bitch don't be cream, bring her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the nonsense who 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, that's why I hustle in these
From sundown to on y'all

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

Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the third like, "Why little 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 give me the