Luyện nghe bài hát The Way (Intro)

I said..fuck em all, em all
Ya'll turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've your friend till the end bitch
Guess there ain't no friends in shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the shit
But they won't me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk out the same mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth diss you
Eww, you niggas me
And they ain't bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I
Or how I walked in this game with no
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs Jay
And I'm still
We here
What this break dude?..It's still here
And dude talk, New York
When I was runnin the you was learnin to walk
So I watched you niggas they first steps
And I was happy for ya, daddy was for ya
But, wasn't for me prolly happened for ya
So I my case
I'm a lawyer
unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
No words, I em with letters best
pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the seat of V
They 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 talk about swag
I'm cool and
A Fool 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 watch what I do, so know what to do
Lil money told big money what to do
Money talks, if u guapanese
A language better known if you gettin cheddar
If not get a loan, use that Rosetta Stone
And that way you can holla 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 nine on me, ala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on
I like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, the fuck happened?
talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They the game, but who let in the pookies?
is snitchin that shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends unless they stay
Cuz who gon' watch you back after you Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own stabbed him
The king of New die while I yellow cabbed him
No way
When I spot a hater drop him 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