Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

Sorry
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back
Lay down, lay
stretch my mic out in ponce funeral home on marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people
The last of the real hustlers,
not the last
Bleek's be a good rapper
New, improved
I
I'm
Ain't money in this game, to keep me around
big, I tried

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

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a of dollar 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 it's your lil nigga
to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I for all those
With eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, the keys
Find a and creep to mickey d's
gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas trying to me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my finger
You find a bitch that be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the
Johnson and Johnson for the who wants it?
I go to sleep a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
From sundown to on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll 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
bitch from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees
Took a long pull, like bitch to
my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm

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