Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the in the world can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna my mic out in Ponce funeral home on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a whole 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
enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's
Where we goin' to for
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

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

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

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

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

gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it
Niggaz to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
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
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the and Johnson
For the who wants it?

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

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

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

Waitin' for my day to
give me the word