Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the in the world can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce home on Marcy
All those new niggaz there
But a lot than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I honest
go with me on this ride though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

the drama, tryin' to come up in the game

Had a couple of dollar to my name
Roc a y'all
One of the
for my day to come
Just give me the

Nah, this Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers from the street
Game I those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes

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

First gun two bullets, 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 split with my ring finger

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

I go to sleep with a 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
From to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll you dead"
One week of hustlin' brought a livin' room set
to Tom D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they out

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

for my day to come
Just give me the