Luyện nghe bài hát The Way (Intro)

I said..fuck em all, em all
Ya'll done turned a good guy a Chuckie doll
I would've been your friend the end bitch
Guess there ain't no friends in this shit
a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk out the same mouth they kiss you
niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you disgust me
And they ain't talkin bout unless they discuss me
talk about how, I'm killin 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 here
What this break dude?..It's still here
And talk, concernin New York
When I was the city you was learnin to walk
So I you niggas take they first steps
And I was happy for ya, daddy was for ya
But, for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my
I'm a rappin
That's unless you talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad
No words, I describe em with best
pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They keep it G, sweet as T
Look in the passenger seat of V
They ride double R, like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a G
Fly as hell, wire cell
On E, P.J., high as hell
And please don't even talk swag
I'm cool and
A with perspective
I'm far from being my respect is reciprocal
I already up
You on the zipper pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab Brooklyn
I keep the watchin, I got the streets lookin
They what I do, so they know what to do
Lil money never told big what to do
Money talks, if u guapanese
A language better if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that like Stone
And that way you can bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, dont at sovallas
You'll end up down under holla at Koalas
I keep that on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it like the drolics on Impala
I feel Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody me something, What the fuck happened?
talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is that shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends unless they solo
Cuz who gon' watch you back you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella him
The king of New York die while I yellow him
No way
When I a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me
I keep 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