Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money Part 3

[Chorus] 2x]
Yo, New York get the blood
Drty cash, smoke green
mix it wit hash
To all the spots
Niggaz I'm known to cop
All the good shit, smell me
I'm on hood shit

Back to the essence when I first
L.A., L.A.
When y'all niggaz heard me
I was starving on the train just selling my
Fast forward to '99, it's still the
But now I got a car keep my up to par
Only in hotels that be five-star
Queens, Akineyle, Mobb Deep, and
Lost Boyz, Run-D.M.C., and me
No disrespect but got this shit locked D
Yo New York get the Money, kid watch me
You know my tempo, I can do it fast or
Eat some bubble-gum weed and yell,
All my analog thugs and my thugs
All my people that be wit weed in the clubs
For my knives and four fifths, and Crips
For my who smoke Phillies, and knows it splits
And to the niggaz on the block that rock my
To the crackhead, up the cops and shit
For all the liquor stores, that no good
To all the stocked everywhere that be in the hood
For all my people on welfare, don't even
For all them people money, livin in Bel-Air

[Chorus] 2x]

Time zone, got blown gon?
My niggaz get and still fall in the zone
Bitches, me up and hanging up
I ain't a playa, so why y'all playin games?
I'm a hustla, and I hustle the same
I got hoes fooled thinkin' I em
I don't love em
And I get the ass yo you know I'ma thug 'em
Tell 'em lies, hit 'em in head
Hit 'em wit
I'm a millionaire
I could a ???????
Of you lookin and you
Fuckin wit me, N.O.R.E. thuggish out here B
Bloody Money once again, yo this one Part
Classical song, certified, Storm
For my always there when I perform
And scream - What, when I scream - What What
Straight wildin, in and they all be stuck
Have niggaz ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck

[Chorus] 4x]