Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix

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[Project
Man, why these niggas always hatin' on Hynotize and Money?
Man, fuck niggas!

What's up wodie? It's these gold and these platinum-mouth boys
big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys,
wit the self made millionaire Money boys

You done fucked with the wrong
Must know that I ride and I shoot quicker
Should have known not to upset lil nigga
You got a click so what nigga my click
A bunch of real niggas burn ya
With no catch ya slippin then jam ya up
Slangin' ain't no thang for me
by the rules
Or shit I'll yo' family
what I do
Bust ya wide open
And split ya nigga
And them all
Moves the 'K nigga
Turk don't play, when time to get serious
Think I'm a hoe it that way and stay curious

Niggas be shoutin' one but wearin black gloves
Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for
Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they
Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and touchin' money spot
And breakin' bread the woman who put em in that spot
These niggas wanna trick they
And play with nose
Instead of totin' fo' fo's and movin' fuckin'
Nigga I done bought cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes
And bought more rims than niggas done fucked main hoe in they assholes
3-6 me to roll and unload
But nigga that
I'm tryin' to stack and
And that deal with Universal shoulda showed
But is where its at
won't you tell me how you luv that?
Won't you me how you luv that?

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We be on some twanky
Playa hatas get stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of that danky
Big diamond rangs on our panky

Fuck with 3-6 gon' make me millions
Fuck with CMR make me some more millions
I can see it, I'm a 'em
And build me and
And put some money to the for my mom and my children
with my nigga Rambezee, to the easy
Drinkin' for my Babyzee and B.G.eezy
off
Tinted windows on my candy cut dawg
It's a classy fuck yall

J]
I'm Northern Memphis to the fuckin' fullest
We ain't the to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets
And that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it
You see a nigga holdin gauge and you he would have
Rolled by yo' house and put her in a coma
'cause niggas on that Hennessey and marijuana
And now we back up in the on a burner phone-a
In that game came to you blood donors
It's on,

Wayne]
They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil
took my brain I don't think I just aim
Drop on a Z-3
shootin' like 3 burners
How them try me
know me block burner
Better watch for lil shorty in
Nigga get
Bout to make my glock 40 click
kill it
It's yo
It
Playin' with the
Pop like a skillet
Now nigga the dilly
influenced on Cristal
I'm warnin' you to the set because it gets wild
I be as a mailman with a pistol
Then deliver him 50 shots and his child

[DJ
Punk bitch I ya
I double ya step against this pot belly
Bitches try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready
Weak ass them cowards try to make moves but I 'em out
2nd ones step yall need help 2 barrels in his mouth
it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal with it
This is my game, live it or get killed with it
are my dice
This is my board I let you off
And how you gon' have ice when I cut your water off

[Project
It's the project nigga back I own them bricks
game with the Hot Boy$ and 3-6
B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil
North Memphis, Uptown, and we thangs
no thang when ya come real ya gotta shine
I'm strapped a glock 9, he ain't takin' mine
We in our puttin' in work players never rush it
Full of gin, hoes, like I'm mad russian
A discussion amongst men means a power
Is about to be for a come-up fool
Slang that when you get in my business
Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise

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