Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

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

Can't go with me on this ride
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 couple of 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 your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these live from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter
the steez, I represent for all those
With eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas me park the car, keep the keys
Find a and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do it
Niggas 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 a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, why I pack the
Johnson and for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to with 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 hustle in streets
sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll kill you
One week of hustling brought a living room set
Went to ? d's, niggas mad, out
the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little
Nosy from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees
Took a long pull, like to breathe
That's my answer, life's like
And I'm

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