Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money Pt. 3

[chorus] 2x]
Yo, new get the blood money
Drty cash, smoke green
mix it wit hash
To all the weed
Niggaz know I'm to cop
All the shit, smell me nigga
I'm on some shit

Back to the essence I first rhymed
L.a., l.a.
When y'all first heard me
I was starving on the train just my caine
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
boyz, run-d.m.c., 'pone and me
No disrespect but queens got shit locked d
Yo new york get the money, kid watch me
You know my tempo, I can do it fast or
Eat some weed and yell, geronimo
All my analog thugs and my digital
All my people that be rowdy wit weed in the
For my and four fifths, bloods and crips
For my people who phillies, and knows it splits
And to the on the block that rock my shit
To the crackhead, waking up the cops and
For all the stores, that ain't no good
To all the stocked ones everywhere be in the hood
For all my on welfare, don't even care
For all them people gettin money, in bel-air

[repeat 2x]

Time zone, got ? madi gon?
My niggaz get high and still in the zone
Bitches, callin me up and up
I ain't a playa, so why y'all hoes playin
I'm a hustla, and I even hustle the
I got hoes fooled 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 millionaire
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, desert
For my niggaz always there I perform
And scream - what, when I scream - what what
wildin, in superthug and they all be stuck
Have niggaz ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck