Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't bring me again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral home on
All new niggaz stop 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, Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me
big, I tried honest
Can't go me on this ride though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we goin' to for
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

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

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

Nah, this Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
to these motherfuckers 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 twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, the keys
Find a and creep to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz I do pull it
tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I split with my ring finger

You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the who wants it?

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

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

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

Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the