Luyện nghe bài hát The Way (Intro)

I said..fuck em all, em all
Ya'll done turned a guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've been your friend till the end
Guess there ain't no friends in shit bidness
Just a bunch of in the shit bidness
But they won't me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth diss you
Eww, you niggas me
And they talkin bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm errything I touches
Or how I walked in game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still
We still
What does this dude?..It's still here
And talk, concernin New York
When I was runnin the city you was to walk
So I watched you niggas take they first
And I was for ya, daddy was clappin for ya
But, for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my
I'm a lawyer
That's unless you wanna talk bad
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad
No words, I describe em with best
They pretty as can be, as the letter "S"
They keep it G, they as T
Look in the passenger seat of V
ride double R, smell like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a G
Fly as hell, shades cell
On E, sippin P.J., as hell
And please don't even talk swag
I'm cool and
A Fool with
I'm far from being typical my is reciprocal
I already up
You still on the zipper
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets
I keep the hood watchin, I got the lookin
They watch what I do, so know what to do
Lil money told big money what to do
Money talks, if u speak
A language better known if you gettin holmes
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta
And that way you can bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a
Come holla at yo gualla, holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at
I keep nine on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on
I feel like Neno lettin em wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, the fuck happened?
talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the
Kingpins is snitchin shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends unless they stay
Cuz who gon' watch you back you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella him
The king of New York die I yellow cabbed him
No way
When I a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me
Yeah I it gangsta but Im'ma do it my way
The new day of the is called My day
So its my say, my K
I'm thru