Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the couldn't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in funeral home on marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a gang of people thought
The of the real hustlers, well
Maybe not the
gonna be a good rapper
New, Jay-Z
I
I'm
Ain't enough money in game, to keep me around
big, I tried

Can't go me on this ride though
I'm calling the
The closing
we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-fella
Okay, I'm reloaded!

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of dollar to my name"
"Roc-a-fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just me the word"

Nah this ain't jigga it's your lil nigga
Reporting to motherfuckers live from the street
Game I those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up to creep the keys
Large told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas I do pull it
trying to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my ring
You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
Last seen Bing, he got dropped between us
is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, why I hustle in these streets
From to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting kill you dead
One week of this hustling brought a living set
Went to ? d's, niggas mad, out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks they came out
Flashy, fly little
bitch from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the
Took a long pull, like to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer
And I'm

"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just me the word"