Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money Part 3

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

Back to the essence I first rhymed
L.A., L.A.
When y'all first heard me
I was starving on the just selling my caine
forward to '99, it's still the same
But now I got a car keep my up to par
Only in hotels that be five-star
Queens, Akineyle, Deep, and Escobar
Lost Boyz, Run-D.M.C., and me
No disrespect but got this shit locked D
Yo New York get the Bloody Money, kid me
You know my tempo, I can do it or slow
Eat some weed and yell, GERONIMO
All my thugs and my digital thugs
All my people that be rowdy wit in the clubs
For my and four fifths, Bloods and Crips
For my people who smoke Phillies, and knows it
And to the on the block that rock my shit
To the crackhead, waking up the and shit
For all the liquor stores, that no good
To all the ones everywhere that be in the hood
For all my on welfare, don't even care
For all people gettin money, livin in Bel-Air

[Repeat 2x]

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

[Repeat 4x]