Luyện nghe bài hát All Night Long

Hey, all the way back the 213, 310
to the 313, 404, back to the 718
Nigga,
(What? Ohh)
This Boy IzzR

I got the homie B in the spot
And the new hot
(All long)
Tell bouncer niggaz, let my niggaz in the building
We gon' get motherfucker started
Yeah, oh,
(All long)

Hey yo, my money never short
Ask my hoes, my dick soft
Uh oh, I got a mean bop in my
And I'm from the known Brooklyn, New York, okay

Now if you see me please don't
But baby if you me you can throw me a dollar
Hey, shorty, over there with the big ol'
She look a heartbroken, let me give you a fix

Now we could burn 'em, burn 'em good from the earth
you get a buzz, get to lifting your skirt
The whole East Coast wanna who banging
Tell 'em boys 'Shakedown' and we got them
Well, the fuck?
(All long!)

If you got style
You can turn ya up, put ya dollars up
Now ya hat down low, okay
Now back them up off ya
(All long)

If you got some
You can ya collar up, put ya dollars up
Now ya hat down low, okay
Now them bitches up off ya
(All long)

Go 'head, dawg, get ya dollars, I got 'em in
I'm from the bottom, I get it the dungeons
Yeah, they thirsty, waiting on my
I chase cash, not cat, Pepe Le Pu

I got style, dressed in
Brooklyn nigga, A-Town stomping to oochie,
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low
Pedal to the floor in the 6 'cause the 5 too

Oh, Cafe, but I parquet
All Game, I'm found right on the parquet
Yeah, what up shorty? You hot
You make me wanna pass the to you shorty

If you got some
You can turn ya up, put ya dollars up
Now pull ya hat down low,
Now them bitches up off ya
(All long)

Hey, yo, I don't
R&B chicks me to procreate
That lame over there, yeah, I he hate
because he got a safe, nah, he ain't safe

Why all the big talk, You ain't hot
You ain't for the Thug Life, you ain't Pac
You the type that act tough you pop in a room
But I know yo style, you pop a balloon

You wanna get money, you wanna get some cash
Fuck wit' some real G niggaz, the Ave
Shakedown, when we checkin' attendance
I'm on my Grizzly, I play for Memphis

If you got style
You can ya collar up, put ya dollars up
Now pull ya hat down low,
Now them bitches up off ya
(All long)

Ohh, what? Ohh, what? Ohh
All long
Ohh, what? Ohh, what? Ohh
All night