Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

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

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's
Where we goin' to for
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

the drama, tryin' to come up in the game

Had a couple of dollar signs to my
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 peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all with twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, the keys
a hoodrat 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 Dutchies my ring finger

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

I go to with a picture 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 these
sundown to sunup on y'all

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

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

for my day to come
Just give me the