Luyện nghe bài hát Hand It Down (intro)

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

Can't go with me on this though
I'm calling the
The closing
we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-fella
Okay, I'm reloaded!

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of dollar to my name"
"Roc-a-fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just me the word"

Nah ain't jigga it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the
Find a hoodrat and creep to d's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do it
Niggas to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the ej, I split with my ring finger
You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
is constant, that's 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 hustle in streets
From sundown to sunup on
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll kill you
One week of this 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 bitch from the third floor like "why nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the
Took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like
And I'm

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