Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

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

I quit, I'm
Ain't money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on this though
I'm callin' the shots, the closin'
Where we goin' to for
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to 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 Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to motherfuckers live from the street
Game I those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to hoes for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those with twenty grams
On a come up, to creep the keys
Large niggaz me park the car, keep the keys
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 in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
Last with 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 sleep a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to come up on
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
From sundown to on y'all

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

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

for my day to come
Just me the word