Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce home on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a 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 keep me
Sorry big, I honest
go with me on this ride though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, to come up in the game

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

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers live the street
Game I those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese for Easter clothes

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

First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do it
Niggaz tryin' to 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 dropped us
Shit is constant, why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the who wants it?

I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
From sundown to sunup on

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

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

Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the