Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't bring me again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in funeral home on Marcy
All those new stop there
But a lot later than a gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me
Sorry big, I honest
go with me on this ride though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a couple of dollar to my name
Roc a y'all
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the

Nah, ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these live from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter

Peep the steez, I represent for all with twenty eight grams
On a come up, to creep the keys
niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to D's

First gun two bullets, know I do pull it
Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who
Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a bitch don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the and Johnson
For the nonsense who it?

I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, why I hustle in these streets
From sundown to sunup on

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
Copped the Jordans, two before they came out

Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the third like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees, took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
give me the word