Luyện nghe bài hát The Prelude

You know, you've got this in your head about
Gettin' the life and settin' the corporate world on its ear
What the you gonna do except hustle?
Besides pimpin', you really got the stomach for that

The game's up
beats is bangin', nigga, your hooks did it
Your lyrics did and gangster look did it
So I would write it if y'all get it
Bein' get you wood
Critic on the Internet, they like, You spit it

I'm like, "You should buy it, nigga, that's business"
Forget this rap shit, I need a new
A bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly 'cause I do
As you see, I can't leave, so I do you

But I'm just a disguised as a rapper
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a
when crack was what these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the run

And my life, complete with real ice
VVS boulders, oh, they're set
and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova digital yet

Befo' Jobs made the iPod
Was gettin' head jobs, we call intimate
when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette
With a weapon, I was reppin' with a tec

Fresh like be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoe box full of cash, man, hand me ki's
Pantries of Arm & Hammer
Don't take Nancy to see what it do? I'm a damn G

Just sent a dollars through a handsfree
big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, chick

Sure he's rich now 'cause he saw the shit, all this
why they call him Hov 'cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter
Bought a 9 for non-stop glock work all the

Guess who's
Since is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I've set
I've been through with this game but I never can

I used to rappin' at 38 was ill
But last alone I grossed 38 mill'
I know I ain't 38 but still
The so special, got a 38 feel
The real is