Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

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

Bringin' the drama, to come up in the game

Had a couple of signs to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word

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

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

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

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 the Johnson 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, why I hustle in these streets
sundown to sunup on y'all

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

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

for my day to come
Just me the word