Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in funeral home on marcy
All those new niggaz there
But a lot later than a whole gang of thought
The last of the real hustlers,
not the last
Bleek's be a good rapper
New, Jay-Z
I
I'm
enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I

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

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of signs 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 your lil nigga bleek
to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to hoes for Easter clothes
the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the
Find a and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas I do pull it
Niggas trying to kill me dog, who
Gooden, I pitch 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 with Bing, he got dropped us
is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who it?
I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
From sundown to on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting kill you dead
One of this hustling brought a living room set
Went to ? d's, niggas mad, out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they out
Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the floor like "why little nigga?"
please, twist the trees
Took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer
And I'm

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