Luyện nghe bài hát All Night Long

Hey, all the way back the 213, 310
'Cross to the 313, 404, to the 718
Nigga,
(What? Ohh)
Chef 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 this motherfucker
Yeah, oh,
(All long)

Hey yo, my money ain't short
Ask my hoes, my never soft
Uh oh, I got a mean bop in my
And I'm the well known Brooklyn, New York, okay

Now if you see me please don't
But baby if you feel me you can 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, 'em good leaves from the earth
Till you get a buzz, get to lifting your
The whole East Coast wanna know who
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 them bitches up off ya
(All long)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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