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 funeral home on
All those new niggaz stop
But a lot later than a whole gang of people
The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the
gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

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

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

Had a couple of dollar to my name
Roc a y'all
One of the
for my day to come
Just give me the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for my day to come
Just me the word